Happy to report the following:
Comrades, we are all in for an amazing Kaizoku Con 2026.
The arms that hold the event in question are incredibly strong.
The hearts that beat for this event all beat as one.
These folks here have only wish for you:
Let's have the best time ever.
What a song.
Tonight is a night for an early night in and some breaded yardbird.
The week was a bit take it or leave it.
Would reckon that most folk wouldn't give me too much grief for having some tucker and turning to.
The intrusive thoughts in my brain have made it clear to me that this is Muttonchop March.
Not tonight but soon...
I have neglected this place and I am sorry.
Bluesky is still the best out of the lot.
I'll be regular here again.
p.s. Have this absolute banger as an olive branch.
Legendary Belgians, dEUS and a song that is just an absurdly fantastic bop.
Two regular enough bus services, the 225 and the 226, it's not the least accessible at all I feel. I find it easy to get to. Then again I live down here so there's that I guess.
The skies will be my home for an hour and a bit later.
Folly, no doubt but sure hey, batter on...
Reading and Radioactive Lemon awaits tomorrow.
Wahey, etc.
Skybound on Friday. Very excited and already prepared.
Best crossover ever.
I'm off to this in a few days.
No rest for the wicked, but good grief Christina, this will be a delight.
"there's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets" - Half Man Half Biscuit "National Shite Day"
Akumakon '26 was utterly fabulous.
Thank you, you amazing humans.
Currently bound for the south for a temporary layover. The call of home is loud.
I'm sure it's actually a nice place but passing through makes one skittish.
Very "local shop for local people" vibes.
Nous sommes en route.
Akumakon 2026 lifts off today.
Had to take the 51 Bus Eireann service up because the Citylink was fully booked for the day but we are on the road nonetheless.
Estimated arrival: close to 16h00.
Time for suitable travelling music, methinks.
youtu.be/JedfQ2XzlDU?...
Work week is over.
It really wasn't much to write home about but regardless, it's over.
I'm off to Galway tomorrow.
Having that ahead does wonders for the soul.
Just need to get home and get my bits packed and we will be sorted.
Hurrah for Bearkon '26.
15 years of rocking the rollers.
Happy 21st birthday to an album that was a constant and consistent companion to me for a long time and it still is an an absolute banger.
I probably would say such a thing considering the fact that I moonlight occasionally as a mink hand-job in sarcophagous heels.
Mostly on the weekends.
I'm rather fond of Cork Airport.
Getting through to the departures lounge is actually very fluid and quick and the folks working in the food and drink sections there do absolutely trojan work to make you feel at ease.
It's a good spot.
If you're considering feeding images of yourself to ChatGPT and asking it to summarise you or what you do as a person, I'd beg of you in polite but nonetheless firm tones to reconsider.
ChatGPT is a baleful and malign presence.
They don't need your data or your face.
Where the noggin is at the noo.
It really would absolutely affect your psyche in an adverse way. It's been endless downpours here since the beginning of the year.
Withered so I am, Hayls.
A perfect ode to the post-post-truth era we live in nowadays.
Gwan Jace, ye got to give the people what they want.
Aha.
With permission, I'd like to opt out of all social engagements this weekend if at all possible.
Seriously though, what a shite start to 2026.
I haven't composed or recorded anything in the longest period but I guess I'm back to live service.
Put this together today and yeah, a DAW was used but every note was actually manually patched in and everything you hear on this track has not been polluted by a data centre.
Proggy electroclash.
The private sector was awash with this kind of nonsense:
I considered it to be normal for far too long.
