
Hello and welcome back to Mortgage Advisor on FIRE. This week I look at the cinema industry, and share some stories from my birthdays.
Weekly Update
This week saw me complete another trip around the sun. Older, but not necessarily wiser. I’m at that point now where my birthday feels less about being older and more about taking stock of where I’m at. When you are little, you always want to be older. The point at which that stops and you want to be younger again is when you are no longer young.
My birthday falls on 11th September, and I’ve had some interesting birthdays in my time. The obvious one is 9/11; an event which separates what came before and what came after. It’s a dividing line in our history. I’m not going to dwell on the negatives of that day because I think better writers have said it all before. It was a tragedy, and good people died senseless deaths.
2017 – Catania
I’ve told this story a few times, but more recent readers might not have heard it before. Back in 2017, I was heading to Malta at the start of September, and Oana was in Romania seeing her family. The plan was that I would spend some time in Malta with my family, and then fly on to Romania and spend some time there before flying back to the UK with Oana.
It just so happened that the only flight from Malta to Bucharest was on my birthday. So, I spent some time with family in Malta, and at 3am on September 11, I made my way to the airport. There wasn’t a direct flight to Bucharest. Instead, I had a short flight, maybe twenty minutes, from Malta to Catania, and I then had to catch a connecting flight about an hour later to Bucharest. I had booked with an agent, Kiwi, I think they were called, and I completed the first leg of the trip with Air Malta and the second leg with Blue Air.
The flight from Malta to Catania was horrible. We barely broke through the clouds. It was bumpy, noisy, uncomfortable, and more than a few people were crossing themselves and muttering prayers. It was not a good flight. When we landed, I was in a mad rush to exit the plane because I had to get my suitcases and then recheck them for the next flight, for some reason. I had one large case, a smaller case, and a backpack.
I managed to get my cases and get to the check-in area. I looked at the departure boards for my flight, and there was nothing about mine. A few other people were looking confused as to where this flight was. It was due to depart at roughly 8am, if I remember correctly. That time came and went, and no one in the airport knew anything about the flight.
I got chatting with some other passengers, and they were in the dark about it all as well. I managed to get through to someone at the agency I booked with, and they didn’t know anything either. They said they’d look into it and call me back shortly. When they called back, they had bad news. The flight had been rescheduled. Not delayed. Rescheduled. It had been rescheduled for 19:00 that day. Now, because it wasn’t a delay, I was not eligible for compensation. The airline claimed we had been informed. I checked through my emails, junk and spam folders, as did the other passengers. None of us had any contact from the airline.
So, here I was, in Catania airport with two suitcases, on my own, with over a full working day to wait for my flight.
Catania airport is, in fairness, shit. At the time, it had one pharmacy, one cafe, some sort of buffet-style canteen, several car hire desks, and that’s it. Not even anywhere for me to store my luggage. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I had been able to store my cases and go explore the island, but I was exhausted as I’d not slept the night before, and it was hot, and I was pissed off. I decided to wait it out at the airport.
In my time at Catania, I read a book, searched for alternative flights and routes, read some stuff online, and wandered the airport, such as it was. The flight was further delayed rescheduled until just after 21:00. I had the most depressing birthday coffee and cake in history.
Whilst there, time lost all meaning. I didn’t know if I’d been there a day, a year, or if it was without end. The airport simply was, and I was trapped there.
I was alone, forgotten, without escape upon the hard horn of the world. There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over, and each day was as long as a life-age of the earth. Faint to my ears came the gathered rumour of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow, everlasting groan of over-burdened stone. And so at the last Gwaihir the Windlord found me again, and he took me up and bore me away.
Apologies, I went full Gandalf for a moment.
Anyway, the point is I was there for a while.
When the time to check my bags came, I asked the agent if I could have a window seat as far back as possible. I wanted to be as far away from everyone else as possible and just get my head down and sleep for the flight.
I boarded the aircraft, and it was like something from the 70s; which century? Don’t know.

My seat was on the right side, almost in the last row. I got seated and rested my head against the cabin. A short while later, a very large lady sat down on the aisle seat in my row. The middle seat was empty, and the call came over that boarding was complete. Now, because nothing could possibly go my way on this journey, the lady in my row called her even bigger friend to come and take the middle seat. I was trapped. Further to that, my seat broke and was reclined for the whole journey.
The flight wasn’t too bad. It was very late, and I was able to look down on the lights of the Italian coast. We landed in Bucharest some time after midnight.
Worst. Birthday. Ever.






Customer Service
I posted last week about Halifax being a bit poor. Well, they’ve sorted it all. The mortgage is done, and the complaint is resolved, and once they finished dealing with all that, they flew to the Middle East and sorted out everlasting peace, before curing cancer, and cracking fusion power.
In case you didn’t realise, the previous paragraph starts with ten words of truth and then a whole load of bullshit thereafter. We are still waiting for Halifax to do what? Don’t know.

They need to find a team that can overcome an issue with my mortgage. The issue with my mortgage is, seemingly, that it’s a mortgage. Now, I know that asking a mortgage lender to make changes to the mortgage I’ve had with them for thirteen years is somewhat daring, but I thought they might be able to step up to the challenge. I was wrong.
The last communication we had with them was that they needed to find a team in the business that can deal with the fact that our mortgage has several parts. It’s had several parts for almost the whole duration. How long does it take to find a team to do this? Don’t know.

I’ve got a feeling they’re going to come back and tell me it has to be an internal remortgage, which is something I’ll not be happy about. This involves a whole other load of work and time, and it would only be because their systems can’t handle a simple mortgage review. If we could switch to another lender, we would.
On the subject of poor service, we’ve had another plumber ghost us. He came to look at the job: a replacement flush and a replacement tap. Now, he’s gone radio silent. I don’t understand it.
Automation and Mental Bandwidth
Every day, we make hundreds of tiny decisions. What to wear. What to eat. Whether to check that email now or later. Each one feels minor, but together they drain something precious: mental bandwidth.
Steve Jobs famously wore the same black turtleneck and jeans every day. It wasn’t about fashion, but focus. By removing one trivial choice, he freed his mind for bigger decisions.
The same principle applies to money, mental health, and even the pursuit of financial independence. By automating and simplifying the small stuff, we preserve energy for the big things: our relationships, our health, our passions, and our long-term goals.
The Science of Decision Fatigue
Psychologists call it “decision fatigue.” Each choice we make chips away at our limited cognitive energy. By the end of the day, it’s why you might find yourself eating junk food or endlessly scrolling Netflix; the mental fuel tank is empty.
These micro-decisions don’t just slow us down; they also weigh on our mental health. A cluttered mind is a stressed mind. When every day feels like a thousand tiny battles, it’s no wonder we’re exhausted.
Automating Your Finances
Money is one of the biggest sources of decision stress. How much should I save this month? Should I invest now or later? Am I spending too much?
The good news: most of this can be automated. Direct debits and standing orders can be set up to make sure your committed expenditure is sorted as soon as you are paid. You can set automatic payments to your investments. The vast majority of our regular financial transactions can be automated. So why do people insist on manually doing this each month?
When I first set up automated investing, it was like flicking a switch in my brain. No more second-guessing, no more market-timing impulses. The money moved without me lifting a finger, and my focus could shift to things that actually matter.
Automating Your Daily Life
It’s not just money. The same principle applies to daily living. Some high-profile entrepreneurs, like Steve Jobs I mentioned earlier, will have a simple wardrobe to cut down on unnecessary decision-making. Meal planning can also take some of the daily stress out of your life. If you know what you are eating each day, and your ingredients are sourced according to this, you don’t have any more instances of spending ages deciding what to eat.
As someone who was diagnosed autistic as an adult, I’ve found routines particularly powerful. Reducing unnecessary variables makes life calmer, smoother, and far less draining. Instead of wasting energy on whether to have toast or cereal, I can conserve it for work, writing, or being present with the people (and pets) I love.
There’s so much in daily life that I just don’t really give a shit about because it’s just not important enough for me to spend ages thinking about it.
Mental Bandwidth as Currency
In the FIRE community, we often talk about money as freedom. But mental bandwidth is just as valuable.
Think of it as a second savings account. Every small decision you eliminate is like a deposit. Over time, those deposits compound into clarity, creativity, and calm.
That mental energy can then be invested in what truly matters, like writing a book, building relationships, or taking care of your physical and mental health.
Automation vs. Autopilot
Of course, there’s a balance to strike. Automation doesn’t mean abdicating responsibility. You still need to review your finances, your goals, and your systems from time to time.
The trick is to set it and review, not set it and forget it forever. You’re not trying to live like a robot. You’re trying to clear clutter so you can live with more intention.
Steve Jobs didn’t wear a turtleneck because he lacked imagination. He wore it so he could focus his imagination where it mattered most.
The same opportunity exists for all of us. Start by automating one small thing this week. Maybe set up a standing order into your savings account, plan three meals in advance, or lay out your clothes the night before.
Simplify the small, so you can amplify the big.
Diabetes UK Step Challenge – Update
If you want to stay up to date with my progress or donate to the cause, please check out my JustGiving page:
https://step.diabetes.org.uk/fundraising/davids-fundraising-page1055
I am now well over the million-step threshold and in a good position as I get ready for the final month of the challenge.
What I’m Doing
Listening: The Long Walk by Stephen King.
Watching: Better Call Saul (Netflix).
Reading: Mickey 7
Mickey 7 is finished. At last. It was ok, but it felt like it never really got going. As the story concluded, I was still waiting for the story to start.
On Audible, I have just finished The Long Walk, which has recently been adapted to film and is showing in cinemas now. It was a very grim story, but very much the audio version of a page turner. I was hooked all the way through. It’s set in a dystopian United States where a group of 100 young men take part in an annual challenge. They have to walk at a constant pace of 4mph or more. They can’t stop. They can’t sleep. They have to walk. If they slow down, they get a warning. After three warnings, they are executed. The last walker remaining wins.
I read that it was the first book Stephen King ever wrote, but not the first he published. As I said, it hooked me from the very start. Grim and depressing, but captivating at the same time.
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Assets
Premium Bonds: £21,000.00.
Stocks and Shares ISA: £119,556.69.
Fuck It Fund: £0.00.
Pensions: £102,824.22.
Residential Property Value: £239,368.00.
Total Assets: £482,748.91.
Debts
Residential Mortgage: £177,351.78.
Total Debts: £177,351.78.
Total Wealth: £305,397.13.



The march towards FI continues and I’m edging closer to having more than half a million in assets once more. My assets figure took a big hit when I sold my BTL last year, but it’s starting to bounce back now.
Is Cinema a Dying Industry?
This question popped into my head most recently when we looked at tickets to see the film adaptation of The Long Walk. There was a time when a trip to the cinema was an event. Friday night meant queuing for tickets, popcorn in hand, and watching the big screen light up with the latest blockbuster. But walk into many multiplexes today and you’ll see half-empty seats, rising ticket prices, and a creeping sense that the golden age of cinema is fading. It can’t be that much of a surprise when a standard ticket can cost £15 for an adult.
The Business Reality
The numbers paint a challenging picture. Cinema admissions in the UK have been on a long, gradual decline since the early 2000s, interrupted only briefly by mega-hits like Avatar or Avengers: Endgame. The pandemic accelerated that trend, shutting theatres for months and pushing audiences towards streaming. Even now, box office revenues haven’t fully recovered.
Studios are also rethinking the economics. Once, a film’s life cycle started with a lucrative theatrical release, then moved through DVD sales, TV rights, and eventually streaming. Now, with Disney+, Netflix, and Amazon Prime, many films skip the cinema entirely. That means fewer mid-budget dramas or comedies on the big screen; the kinds of films that once filled seats between tentpole blockbusters.
Why People Still Go
And yet, it would be premature to call cinema “dead.” Films like Barbie and Oppenheimer showed in 2023 that cultural phenomena can still draw crowds in their millions. Horror movies, too, consistently punch above their weight at the box office. Cinema isn’t gone, it’s just more dependent on “event films” that feel worth the trip.
I think back to when Oana and I used to dedicate whole days to the cinema. We’d plan it like a mini-holiday: three films in a row, with breaks in between for food, drinks, and chats about what we’d just watched. There was something fun about stepping out into daylight for a quick bite, then diving straight back into a new story. It wasn’t just about the films; it was about the ritual, the shared experience, the feeling that the day was set aside for nothing but cinema. That sort of immersion is almost impossible to replicate at home, no matter how many streaming services you’ve signed up for.
We had cinema passes at the time, meaning we could see as many films as we wanted for a flat monthly fee. This encouraged us to watch films that might otherwise have been ignored. But you could almost see the decline in behaviour from other customers. People talking through films, or constantly checking their phones, and you think about the time and money spent, which is ruined by some selfish asshole. When you get a good audience, it really can enhance the experience. A bad audience can ruin a movie. I think more people are now content to sit at home with the ability to pause the movie whenever they want to go to the bathroom, get more snacks, or fire up IMDB to try and work out where they know that actor from.
A Business Model Under Pressure
Value doesn’t always translate into profit. Rising costs (energy, staffing, leases), competition from streaming, and shifting consumer habits all squeeze margins. Big chains survive on blockbuster weekends, while independent cinemas often rely on subsidies, grants, or community support.
And then there’s the cost to consumers. A “cinema day” like Oana and I used to enjoy might easily run to £100 or more once you factor in food, drinks, and maybe even transport. By contrast, that same £100 could pay for a full year of Netflix or Disney+. It’s not hard to see why many people are making the trade-off, especially when money is tight.
The Future of the Big Screen
So is cinema dying? Not exactly. It’s evolving into something different. Rather than something you can do for cheap entertainment, the concept now seems to be luxury; reclining seats, personal table and service, premium food and drink.
For me, it feels like cinema is shifting from being casual entertainment to something more deliberate, more curated. Oana and I won’t spend whole days in the cinema like we used to, but if we do go, it will feel as though we’ve wasted money if we didn’t enjoy it, rather than just commenting on how crap the film was before forgetting it soon after.
Financially, it’s no longer the best value for money compared to streaming, but it offers something you can’t really put a price on: an experience. Seeing Infinity War or Endgame on the big screen in a huge crowd was special. The business model will not return to its pre-Covid heyday, but if the industry is smart, it might find a new place in society as a luxury form of entertainment in smaller venues, for smaller crowds.
That’s all for this week. Thanks for reading, and have a great week.
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