A man said to me earlier on Capel St "I've got a finger in every pie today" then proceeded to suck his fingers theatrically and lasciviously.

Found a cache of records dumped on Parnell St. Jah provides the bread.

not to tell you what to do, but what you should do is come to Sin É on Saturday to see Vulture Fun and the Western Girls and other messers play beautiful music it'll be like all the other pride events except free and better

Doing that thing of listening to the same wonderful song 10,000 times in a row. The Repeat button on a CD player was a game changer in this regard.

Encountered a woman earlier with a map of the world tattooed on her arm. New Zealand and most of the other Pacific nations were conspicuous in their absence.

Do you know who'd love this weather? The 46A. :-(

Performatively reading Ireland's Own on the Boardwalk.

Said to the lady in the pharmacist earlier "sure who'd need to go on holidays when the weather's that good?" "Yeah but Dublin's a filthy kip," she replied.

For no reason at all today, I am thinking about how horrendously Laura Lee was treated by members of the DUP for trying to keep sex workers safe

One of my very favourite things is when I get homemade cards.

I love chopping up a rake of garlic because you just smell your fingers and it's like you're having a delicious meal again for the next seven or eight days.

When you want to go to bed actually but it is too beautiful of a sunset

If I spent half as much time doing work as I trying to remember and then having to reset passwords I'd be doing well.

One odd thing about losing a wee bit of weight is discovering how prominent one's pelvis is.

Not sure whether to beat my chest or roll into a ball and cry.

I'd do anything 😭😭

Ireland should have one floating bank holiday and it should be tomorrow.

What the hell should I do? I need to get home in time for Glenroe.

I am become lobster.

The best thing about being middle aged apart from the whack-a-mole nature of pain and illness, is increasingly having no clue who the act is that is selling out venues like Marley Park.

PUT IT IN A COFFIN

One thing about my dad was he'd tell you some mad shite about the Albigensians and then later on he'd sit and watch Beavis and Butthead with you. A true Renaissance Man of the old stripe.

Weela Weela Wáile is the Marmite of Irish folk songs.

That was the shortest long dark night of my soul ever.

@ligofe.bsky.social I can't believe this is two full years ago.

You need to embrace the Japanese concept of Tsundoku. 😁

Went in and browsed in a bookshop earlier then felt guilty for the 100s of unread tomes in the flat and back out slowly without buying anything.

Maynooth is a very nice town that seems to have escaped the dereliction and dishevelment of plenty of other similar sized towns around the country.

Here @liznugent.bsky.social In the bookshop in Maynooth and the staff are raving about your books to a visitor looking for recommendations.

I got on the wrong train so it looks like I'm going to have a goo around Maynooth. Do they still have the giant Tesco's?

A Luke Perry documentary is on (yes, I've hit rock bottom) and Stephen Baldwin refers to him as the "John Wayne of bull riding movies".

One of the Metallica riggers asked me about Irish food as he's keen to try something authentically Dublin. I panicked and said Coddle. I feel like I've let myself down.

Well Fedro Pascal

Only Connect (1979) was on BBC4 last night. It was excellent and made better by W. Stephen Gilbert's look back that preceded it. Seems bizarre it was never aired on TV again until now.

Supersonic Syd cosplay just dropped

Donnybrook's KD362 with KD1 and DF408 on Eden Quay. Tuesday January 21st 1986.and it also wore the iconic Smarties livery and a wrap for Johnson & Johnson.

What are the rules on hooking up with your sleep paralysis demon?

Met some Scousers yesterday. They're really not beating the lost tribe of Ireland allegations.

Curaçao or Curracloe is something someone wittier than me just said.

All this neo 1990s music is really fecking around with my perception of the passage of time.

Lying in bed feeling the silent whistle of sorrow and loneliness in my ears.

You should have asked the dogs. Why deal with the monkey when you can go direct to the organ grinder?

4.30am, grab a seat, help yourself to one of the biscuits

Asked a gentleman yesterday if I could take a photo of his dogs and he said he didn't want to invade their privacy.

I may yet regret being wide awake at 6am of a Sunday morning.

It seems perverse but wonderful that God ordained to bestow the most wonderful gift on a cantankerous wee man from East Belfast.

I love Belfast because of its people. People like Mary Ann McCracken and Fredrick Douglas. Racists OUT! #TogetherForBelfast #Spéirghorm