Went to the cliffs in my winter coat. No hat or gloves. Came back with my head and hands cold but my reputation as the hardest man in S.E. Donegal intact. Chatted amicably to some English visitors who were there in short dresses and shorts.

Many years later I would remember the day I was born and suddenly found myself exiled from the bloody bed to go forage in the City of Doom. At that time Doom was only a village stranded on the edge of the universe, a village dreaming of an idiot, dreaming of a bloody city without dreams.

So the Greens are taking on Burnham! Interesting. And absolutely necessary. For the shits and giggles at least.

In a landmark legal case President Trump is suing the American people. He claims that their actions in electing a felonious chancer and rapist have damaged America and that he as President has suffered related reputational damage. No figure has been disclosed but aides have said it will be bigly.

History is an altar littered with the corpses of those who tried to alter history. Our real history was that of a deluded murder ape maddened by consciousness who sought refuge in dysfunctional memetic protocols and imperatives. The few fools who denied this were fools pissing in the cosmic wind.

In a new remake of an old classic, Sir Keir Starmer will play The Black Knight while the Labour Party play Monty Python.

Burnham is on the run! If the Greens want to establish themselves as a serious party, they will run against him. Make the voters choose! Corrupt and depraved Reform or corrupt and diseased Labour or a new fearless contender. The choice for the Greens is existential.

Burnham is Corbyn-lite. Labour are going round in circles like a headless chicken that cut off its own head.

Wes is off the pot! It’s pissing time.

This poem is a rough translation of one by an obscure contemporary of Séamas Dall Mac Cuarta (1647-1733), the blind poet of Omeath. A place I know well.

The Labour Party have decided to take a leaf out of the Whig playbook.

It seemed pretty obvious to me which of us should get which hammer for the rock show. She’s weird.

The problem with avoiding far right nationalism is that we settle too easily for centre right nationalism.

Watching British democracy at its finest! All mad shite with robes and crowns and garters and black rods and trumpeters and lords and barons and maces and how the fuck people put up with this crap beats me.

All rhyming stuff today! Very modern.

Starmer knows where the door is.

Trump staff have said this photo shows him blinking but having analysed it I can state with some confidence that it actually shows the President thinking. Probably about obscure philosophical matters that would be known only to the enlightened people of the Doom Commune.

If keyboard warriors were so inconsequential they wouldn’t even have a name.

My photo of Planet Earth in clouds. The universe is green and leafy. Who knew!

One might be tempted to see Sir Keir Starmer as a decent man who struggled to lead his fractious cabinet, government, party and country through unprecedented turbulent times, but it is better just to see him as a cunt.

Jeremy Corbyn has said he will not lead the new improved Labour Party, describing it as ‘a shower of genocide applauding bastards’ while Andy Burnham has said he will be a unity candidate, having the best qualities of Starmer, Polanski and Farage. Fascinating stuff.

The Labour Party are rebooting while trying to ignore the earlier Corbyn booting that they now must quietly reboot. So funny.

The Labour Party is a pot of boiling frogs. The scum has already reached the rim.

The Labour Party belongs to Schrödinger now, being at once dead and undead. Count Starmer has dragged it into the coffin of obsolescence.

Count Starmer is talking. Without a tie. And a shirt button undone. He might as well be carrying a primed petrol bomb and rushing to the barricades. It’s that kind of vibe. Later there will be canapés and an impertinent Pinot Grigio.

Checking the zoom!

This is my doom watch. Counting down from 1837 to extinction. I was given it years ago as payment for a gardening job. Still have it so really I was never paid.

The Labour Party belongs to Schrödinger now, being at once dead and undead. Count Starmer has dragged it into the coffin of obsolescence.

They’re all talking hope today.

Gilbert O’Sullivan doesn’t get enough attention nowadays.

A letter from Thiago Ávila from inside Israhel prison. A message to the world, PLEASE READ THIS!!!!!

Hey! Thinking of exploiting world chaos by becoming a charismatic cult leader? Don’t waste time on the Doomers! Too disrespectful and disobedient to ever be respectful and obedient they are also too poor to give you money and as for sex, need I elaborate? Sorry but you need another wasted tribe.

I see concern over wobbling tectonic plates and the rate of Greenland melt and the future of cruising and flying and eating and breathing. Nothing new really.