[my cat looks at me with deep, knowing eyes] cat: you are a speck on a dying rock in an indifferent universe. me: haha yeah. cat: now feed me or i will scream.

Hear me out: Surf and turf breakfast buffet.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Twelve hours in the practice tomorrow. Bring me your toes.

Gizmo's logging on, and is ready to answer your questions.

Anyway, that's enough of THAT job, let's focus on another. Who wants to stay at my school bus down on the farm, eh?

I've got a thing going on at work, which means that 'something' might 'go fucking sideways'. And if it does, I'm proper fucked. I shall know by noon Friday. And shall report back accordingly. Keep your fingers and toes crossed, lads.

If this thread gains HALF the traction as to what it did on Twitter back in the day, it'll be a worthwhile endeavour. I still say 'Pipe down, Tenko' to anyone who's being loud whilst wearing chinos.

Gizmo. Judging my vodka and coke.

Filming location fees have just been paid into my bank, lads. *buys the biiiiiig bottle of vodka*

Fat Lad Gizmo.

Beep beep, bambino x

BREAKING: The BBC to counter-sue Donald Trump just for being 'an absolute fanny'

Oh yeah, and here's a thing - the late Dave Myers, who was one of those Hairy Biker chaps on the tv - used to be a BBC make-up artist - and it was HIS idea to do that white stripe across Adam Ant's face. So there you go - that's something you know now.

In 41 days, it's the Winter Solstice. And the nights get shorter, and the days get longer again. This is the thought that's keeping me going today. It's basically Summer 2026 soon.

Today, frankly, can get in the bin. Just haven't been able to get my head in the game. Too many clients (in one business) all wanting stuff at the same time, when (in another business) I'm in a holding pattern whilst onboarding my new team. A big yucky mess of a day, tbh. Grumble, grumble.

🎵 Dipping in my darkness for serotonin boosters Cider and some kind of smelling salts 🎵

I'm playing another local gig, this one I can even walk home from. Although I'm good chums with the landlord, so I'll probably sleep on the pool table afterwards.

'You're not hungry, you're just bored!' I yell at my cats for the fifth time today.

Terrible times once here again at Dover-McCarthy Towers as Gizmo's favourite mouse toy is sucked up once again into the vacuum cleaner. *gets the screwdriver*

Sunday afternoon blues.

Sunday. Let's be having you.

Northern Irish accents though. The colour, the melody. Wonderful in every way.

Because you're brilliant. And that's that.

WHOZZAGOODLICKLEBOYDEN

Beep beep, bambino x (look at me keeping up with trends eh?)

Best thing is this little lad came to say hi just down the road from my house. THE WORTHING SEALS HAVE RETURNED.

Just realised all I've eaten in the last 48 hours is just one slice of toast. Why am I so chubby?!?

Logging on, good evening.

And then... NEXT weekend there's this. #aboveandbeyond #brixtonacademy

It's now officially the weekend. Let's have some fun.

Checks out.

Adam Ant is now 71 years old. Do with that what you will.

When the pills kick in and you realise you're at the wrong club.

Logging on. Good evening.

Alright lads, could someone do me a favour and tell me what they see if they visit www.facebook.com/sdmtotalther... Having a world of pain trying to get the page sorted after a hack...

Another day on the planet, lads. Let's dance with it. Good morning.

Anyway, we need some joy, so here's the Egyptian foreign minister being given a Lego Pyramid by the Danish foreign minister.

Move over vodka, tonight is a job for... ... something else.

LOOK

Bluesky: The show with everything but Yul Brynner

Right, this morning I was at one practice, and now I've gone to the other one until about 4.30, when I'm going back to the first one to do an interview, and then when I've done there I'm going to ANOTHER one until about 8pm. What a nice smooth fun day.

Good morning you little rascals.

Imagine if everyone, every single person on the planet, was focused on doing good like this. What a wonderful world that would be. We've so lost our way.

*accepts cookies*

Last orders at the bar, please.

I've got another twelve hour day tomorrow, chaps.Third one this week. I'm supposed to be retired. Not sure what's happened here.

Some lad today parked a 4x4 the size of a fucking block of flats next to me, and asked me to move my car 'as he couldn't get into his or open his doors' SIZE OF A BLOCK OF FLATS IT WAS. Didn't go well for him, let me tell you. If you want to be able to open your doors, buy a normal size car.