Canine copilot

I've managed to avoid @marvth3martian.bsky.social for ages, but it's hard to run away when I'm plugged in to a mixing desk. Great to see you and @lafeeverte.bsky.social 😜

How wonderful. What a nice day. And given that I can sit and run sound for the other guys from the comfort of a table in the pub garden is quite, quite perfect.

Ah, playing outside in the summer. Always nice.

Journey time to today's gig is 75 seconds from my house. Absolutely get on board with those kinda distances. Could only be closer if I played in the garden.

*wakes up *yawns, stretches *wriggles toes Morning.

Me, trying up explain to Gizmo (who doesn't speak English) why I'd prefer it if he *didn't* bring in a squirrel and disassemble it on the living room carpet overnight.

Beep beep, bambino x

Tomorrow's Set List (Take Me Home Country Roads is, of course, dedicated to my mum @steviebear.bsky.social WHO WILL BE IN ATTENDANCE)

Logging on, good evening.

Right, I'm now going down the pub "for research purposes".

this heat can’t touch my rich inner life

"Tell Jabba I'll get him his money..."

Last Sad Post Tonight

Just to add to the fun, today was Greenkeeper's Challenge Day at the club. Which didn't make things easier.

I'VE EATEN TOO MUCH TEX-MEX AGAIN LADS

Right. Time to get angry in a field. #golftwat

Greetings and good morning it’s the Thursday farm rush hour with Wilson and Kate

Right. Everything is bonkers so I'm gonna take a few hours off tomorrow and get upset at my golf swing as opposed to *gestures broadly at everything*

Beep beep, bambino. Always.

Hydration Break time.

If you've been waiting ages for me to post Glen Campbell singing 'Times Like These' by The Foo Fighters then your patience has finally been rewarded. Quite... interesting. www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVJ2...

Well, that was a fucking ride.

Here's footage of the mountains of Pluto, billions of miles away. I CAN'T MANAGE TO GET PHOTOS OFF MY PHONE ONTO MY COMPUTER WHEN IT'S SITTING ON THE SAME DESK.

Popping down t'shops in t'village, if anyone wants anything.

Wednesday. Good morning.

I did the best I could today. I will do the best I can again tomorrow.

Right, tomorrow will be better. It has to be.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

Today can - frankly - do one. Jeepers, not sure anything else is gonna go wrong. *continues putting out fires left, right, centre*

Today has mainly been spent standing in drains with men with rods, and high-pressure shit flying around (quite literally) And now, round two of fuckery and nonsense begins, as the next calamity arrives. This is all JOLLY good fun!

Today, someone gave me an xray film and I held it up to the light to look at it. Just like they do in the movies.

Beep beep, bambino x

Well, today was rubbish with a touch of catastrophe, throw in some horror, and a touch of oh my god. So that's nice.

Monday is here. Good morning.

See, what's amazing about this - and hard to recognise at first - is politics and history not just being RICH OLD WHITE MEN #freshair

Shut up and take my money.

Stick them on the payroll. Full medical. Whole package.

Just had to pop onto X to find a photo I posted years ago. This is what it looks like now: "IF YOU'RE NOT LOADING UP ON $BLABCOIN RIGHT NOW, I GENUINELY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU. THE NORMIES WILL LAUGH. THEY ALWAYS DO. THEY LAUGHED AT BITCOIN. WHO'S LAUGHING NOW? 🚀📈🌙" Jesus christ.

Just emailed a 24 y/o female sound engineer, and included the typo 'With your robust sexperience we're all going to have a great time' so now I'll be abandoning life on earth and flying to the moon. Welp.

This weekend has consisted of sewage floods, rehearsals, more trying to fix sewage, playing a sold out gig, fixing sewage floods, builders, specialist cleaning crews, and now I'm prepping for tomorrow nights rehearsal, before holding a festival next Saturday. Still, work tomorrow. Lovely.

Right, time to go and play a gig in a pub. And as it's 25°c, I can guarantee everyone will be in the pub garden. So I'll be playing to an empty room. Lovely.

Water flooding my reception area from a leak in a soil caused by a blocked drain... ... this is very very sub-optimal.

3:20pm [different clinic]: "Hey Dom, just to let you know that none of the toilets are flushing away, and there's water appearing from nowhere all over the reception floor..." So this is fun.

Sleepy little void.

Getting a 6:00am SOS call from one of my studios because they couldn't get the main doors open for the early classes reaaaaaaaally wasn't the ticket...

If you speak to me on the phone, I sound bigger.

Beep beep, bambino x

Genuinely can't describe how annoyed I am that we don't get Glastonbury this year.