Phase 2 of Friday night involves a can of Arizona Mucho Mango, a bag of Lay’s Barbecue Rib, and Gogglebox with my good lady. Tidy.

Phase 1 of Friday night involves a couple of Valium and a selection of roots reggae and dub records. I’m as chilled as ten polar bears.

Sober life be like…

Off for my flu jab. Bill Gates can inject a trackable microchip if he likes. All he’s gonna find is an overweight middle-aged man eating crisps and shouting “whoa” into a microphone.

It’s been a shit day mentally, but building Star Wars Lego with the little one this evening has put the world right again.

Me on the toilet writing lyrics. From the pen of @soapypitts1977.bsky.social.

Songwriting is weird. You can sit on an idea for months and then others, well, you lay down the basic chords, go for a shit, and the chorus suddenly writes itself. Probably should be noted that all my best stuff has come from sitting on the toilet.

Got the bare bones of another new song. My creative juices are flowing. Madam, please!

There’s a guy outside the school with a fag in one hand and a vape in the other. That’s some serious nicotine dedication. Bet he’s wearing patches, too.

Updated my profile pic across all social media channels. It’s been a while. My confidence to be a frontman again is growing. I’m embracing every step with gratitude. It’s been a long 7 years, but I’m coming for you. Yes, YOU!

Missus: “Where would you like to go for your birthday meal?” Me: “The 1970s.”

Didn’t have a birthday cake this year. The missus made a birthday sausage roll.

Had a great birthday thus far. In Traveling Wilbury years, I’m now Bob Dylan.

“PERFUMED PONCE!”

People were queuing this morning on deckchairs for the 2025 opening of a local Christmas shop.

Put in a whopping £3 bid on Vinted for a retro adidas messenger bag for my band stuff. Awaiting a reply that simply says “cheeky bastard!”

I’ve got eyes on the upcoming Caerphilly by-election. Labour and the Tories are dead in the water. Great to see Plaid putting bodies on the ground. I’ve a feeling the flag-shagging knuckle-draggers will edge it. Prove me wrong, Caerphilly. Give Plaid Cymru a chance. For your community and for Wales.

I’m ravenous on the Valium tonight. May have to crack open a tin of Spam. I’ll sit on the kitchen floor and eat it with my bare hands. Well, it is my birthday weekend.

Got bored so polished the wheels on the car. Missed loads of bits. Valium.

It’s Friday night, I’m on the Valium and I’m on the Vinted looking for a retro adidas bag for my band gear. AWOOGA!

The Elvis Festival kicks off in Porthcawl today. Meanwhile, over in Vegas, they’re gearing up for the annual Shakin’ Stevens festivities.

Would love to work for these. Sniff, sniff.

FUN FACT: If you stare long enough at the floor in the Aberafan Shopping Centre in Port Talbot, you can see Richard Burton’s face.

Port Talbot, I am in you. Show us your breakfast!

I made full use of the BBC’s wireless services yesterday. In the morning I listened to Panic Shack on Radio 1 with Greg James. I tuned into Bob Harris on Radio 2 and caught John Prine in the evening. I went to bed with Strong Message Here with Armando Iannucci and Stewart Lee on Radio 4.

Controversial opinion, but hash browns have no place on a Full English breakfast.

My 7-year-old daughter wants to go to her first Cardiff City game. Ticket booked for the Leyton Orient match. Such glamour! I’m very excited and I’ve got my proud dad face on.

The kid came out of school with a violin.

Super excited about band stuff. Naturally, I want everything done yesterday. C’MON MUN!

Caribbean car snacks.

Blimey! The new one from Gluecifer is a little bit good. “Kings of Rock” indeed. #Gluecifer youtu.be/2fmOIceqI6I?...

Loving this in Canton, Cardiff. #PanicShack

Kid: “Fancy a game of Monopoly?” Me: “Yeah, okay.” Kid: “Shall I choose a reggae record?” Me: “Yeah, sure.” Kid: “King Tubby okay?” My God, I’ve brought her up well.

I need to practice singing. Gone are the days of smoking, drinking, drug taking and going in dry. Coupled with age, I’ve already lost my higher register to the bad old days. I need to look after my voice. It’s my instrument. *chain vapes and drinks fizzy pop*

I’m watching SpongeBob SquarePants. There’s hippies in the soup.

My new £17.50 lucky blue coat arrived. I love it! It’s waterproof up to 10,000mm and breathable at 10,000g/m ²/24 hours. What does that even mean?! Bring on the rain! youtu.be/RD5b_0QB0wI?...

Today in school, the 7-year-old has been making pop art prints of Shirley Bassey. Tidy. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Oh no!

There’s a bloke up the school whose grey marl joggers are so dirty, the brown marks on the arse makes it look like he’s shat himself.

There’s a woman up the school who chain smokes so much, her mouth looks like a cat’s arsehole.

I met the missus on this day 13 years ago. It’s a long story involving weddings, hangovers and comedowns, but let’s say I didn’t believe in fate until 22nd September 2012. My world changed that day and I’m eternally grateful for her unfaltering love. I love you, Mrs Ginge. Always and forever. 💙 xxx

Talking of the Co-op, I was in one the other day. Pricey be fucked. They wanted £2.20 for a tin of ravioli. Not even my Divvy card helped. I got my beloved Pepsi Max and left.

New regulations in place for Treorchy Workmen's Industrial Co-operative Society. Don’t get caught out.

I think my waterproof jacket hunt is coming to an end. What we reckon on this one, lads? Cardiff City blue, £17.50, free delivery. I’m losing my head here, mun.

Waterproof jacket shopping was unsuccessful. The prices on ‘em, mind. Someone called Helly Hansen wanted £90. Fuck that! Found a cheap one in Sports Direct, but the logo looked like the Union flag. Not having that! Mountain Warehouse had one for £50, but that might be too “peak dad.” Hunt continues.

I went shopping for a waterproof jacket earlier, because nothing says “I’m 47 next weekend” like going shopping for a waterproof jacket.

There’s a woman on the school run with a knock-off DryRobe and on the back it says Los Angeles, California. I like to think out of the 3.8 million in LA, someone has a similar one reading Barry Island, South Wales.

Danny McCormack is coming to South Wales. YAY! It’s on the same night as The Saints in Bristol. BOO!

I’ve only gone and got myself a speeding ticket.

The 7-year-old is reading a book about Emily Davison. Right on, sister! 👊