In exciting news, I might be going to work in the Milton Keynes office tomorrow.

Rapture by Blondie, or Rapture by Anita Baker?

I have found myself spending money recklessly when I’ve has a beer, but the worst I’ve done recently is buy a David Sylvian album I didn’t really need on vinyl, so you know. It’s not like I’m wanging out loads of £ on gambling sites or buying motorbikes.

I went to the gym last night, and tonight I had an appointment to give blood, but they cancelled it. So I bought beer.

Doing this today! I’m on 12.30 - 1.15. #Vinyl #DJLife #Hitchin

I’m going to pack it all in and live in a camper van.

If you can call that progress then we’re riding different bikes.

I don't know how this happened but I'm listening to Serge Gainsbourg's reggae album and it's.... AMAZING.

Can we bring back songs fading out rather than just abruptly ending, please?

Today I tried to drill a hole through an outside wall and the drill may have blown up. #DIYSkillz

I’m honoured to have been asked back to play some tunes at another fine Hitchin Record Fair. I like to do something a bit different each time.. thinking about doing a blindfolded pull from my 45s collection for this one….

Going full-on operatic voice is even better, even if it’s as random as Pink Pony Club or Black Sabbath’s Paranoid

I can recommend singing to oneself around the house in meows as a mental health self-soothing activity.

If you assume first that everything you read or hear in mainstream media has been paid for by an eye-wateringly rich sociopath in order to make us all fight each other rather than fight them, it starts to make sense why it doesn’t make any sense.

Anxiety is turned up to 11 this week. FFS.

Became a bit obsessed with a thing on youtube that shows a “live” global population count for every country in the world. Strangely hypnotic watching the numbers move. More people live in Hitchin than live in San Marino, apparently.

In other news, on Thursday I’m going to Leeds. I’ve never been to Leeds before.

I finally made it to the gym after ages of not going, and we had a power cut… 😐

I’d forgotten the emergency alert thing (of course) and was sat in my car thinking about how beneficial it is to have some time to just sit and consciously think about nothing, to seek out and embrace stillness in your brain. So that went well.

New paper: “Executive dysfunction means the brain doesn’t always send the necessary signals to get moving. For some, just beginning the day’s tasks can feel like pushing a boulder up a mountain.” TY @neuroscientist.bsky.social.

I’m honoured to have been asked back to play some tunes at another fine Hitchin Record Fair. I like to do something a bit different each time.. thinking about doing a blindfolded pull from my 45s collection for this one….

A few Facebook Uncles have put some flags up lampposts in Stevenage, I see.

Today I somehow managed to get in the swimming pool with my phone in my pocket. Thankfully it’s still working… so far.

I’m going to look for a new job. Anyone need a really good AuDHD Financial Controller?

English muffins or American?

Do puffins like muffins?

Every gym should have a drum room

It’s 28.6 degrees here. I am severely wilting.

Last week I found out my boss is leaving the company. She’s been an ally and advocate for me as an AuDHD person in the workplace. And a friend. It’s properly hit me this week. It’s like a grieving process, in fact.

do yall take the lingerie off your garlic fast or slow

HELLO BRISTOL!

STAMP OUT SHIT AI SUBTITLING NOW

Sat on the sofa in my pants with the tiniest USB fan attempting to cool my bulk down, and I find myself with a song in my head that is like a punky Status Quo and the chorus is “Middle aged Dads walking ‘round in their pants”

I have to go to Bristol on Wednesday and I haven’t booked my train yet. I’m going to have to drive, aren’t I? 😬

I like music that makes me feel something. If it doesn’t do that, it’s fucking shit to me. I couldn’t give a fuck whether music is cool or not. Stick your fucking ageist bollocks up your arsehole.

Charli xcx isn’t aimed at me, but being caught in the crossfire is not pleasant.

Went for a walk and befriended TWO SEPARATE CATS en route.

Absolutely surreal to have lived through the Napster days and watched as the titans of industry moved hell and high water to lock down any possible chance that someone's song might get swapped online without giving the studios a cut and now those same people are just like "well we gotta steal music"

I’ve lost 6lb since Monday, yikes.

Gah, I hate nostalgia but it’s seductive isn’t it?

I wonder if I could make a beat just from samples from the three Power of Loves.

I’ve been on a bit of a diet change this week, probably eaten about a third of my normal input and no beer. Had two beers tonight and I’m wankered.

I love Tears for Fears, largely because their success kind of enabled Copey to make Fried, in a way.

Steve Arrington, another singing drummer I think? Not that he’s doing both here.

I fucking love this Style Council song.

She likes pegging? #totp

I do like a singing drummer.

“It’s not mud, it’s shit!” #totp

I didn’t know that SHOWADDYWADDY are from LEICESTER.

I’m done.