James "thon Fitzy sham" Fitz

"I'm not different for the sake of being different, only for the desperate sake of being myself. I can't join your gang: you'd think I was a phony and I'd know it"

Went to a progressive/psychedelic rock festival in Reading. Bloody fabulous event. This was directly across from the venue. Me lovely mad mate John from Peterborough was responsible for the photo. We asked the chaps working there if we could have this photo opp and they said "work away".

The revelation that the hotel I'm staying in runs karaoke nights on Sundays is after activating the black mold in my brain. Recall this, groovers, volume and conviction beats talent every damn time. No shame. ONLY POWER.

Depends on the airport, but some departures lounges are absolutely bostin places to disassociate in. Cork Airport is tip top for the aforementioned. It's easy to be completely anonymous here as well. Champ spot.

Cork Airport does not mess about. The journey from the foyer to the departures lounge is swift and seamless. Absolutely choice.

We're doing this again. "But he that hath the steerage of my course Direct my sail!" - some feen called Bill Laissez les bontemps rouler, scaoil amach an bobailín, roll tide, etc.

The estimated time of arrival in Reading tomorrow evening is around 19h30 or so. Radioactive Lemon 3 will be a joyous affair.

Temperature readings for this weekend in Reading for Radioactive Lemon 3 are all early - mid 20°C days. Very good. VERY NICE.

Ancient Irish proverb of wisdom: Bigger the exhaust, the smaller the mickey. Take that, boy racers.

I once knew a burlesque dancer from South Africa. Her stage name was Diplomatic Immuni-TAY-TAY.

43 closing up on 44 years of age and the things that bring me excitement and joy mean nothing to certain others [even blood relatives] and actually bring the same energy as "shut up Jim, no-one cares" which I've heard all my life. Fucking exhausted.

Moi et mon jumeau....

No complaints.

Planned obsolescence with a subscription attached for software and hardware alike is absolutely insidious. This is the Shitegeist.

The lore of "the phantom shitter" remains strong.

A 202a back to the city that isn't full of ferals playing TikToks/reels at full volume or shrieking at each other is a rarity but it's lovely when it happens. I might get home before 6.

They're rather irritating to say the least.

...my relationship with this city has scoops and rises but I'm unlikely to be moving any time soon.

Work week is over. Was far from brutal or exhausting but J, M, J and the wee donkey, I'm absolutely knackered. Bandcamp Friday was successful. Managed to obtain a few full discographies. You might consider heading over there if you have some disposable cash and grabbing a few albuls. Be sound.

[ｒｅｄａｃｔｅｄ]

Q: What do you call a snobbish criminal walking down the stairs? A: A condescending con descending. Arf.

I'm not much of a drinker at all these days but I'd 120 percent shout a few gargles or soft drinks for Zohran Mandani should he visit Ireland and we ended up in the same space. Not exactly perfect but absolutely very much not a cunt. He's a great young lad and has done some amazing things.

We're already in Charleville. The chariot conductor is absolutely booting it down the road. "Drive her like ye fuckin' stole her" seems to be his modus operandi. Understandable. Ideal, also.

The internal dialogue is barely able to raise anything more than a whisper. This was very much needed. I will return to Cork tomorrow evening in a restful state of mind.

We're in the land of the Banner folk now. Scarriff awaits.

Minutes of the day: 11:25ish - depart Cork. 13:10 - arrive at Colbert Station, Limerick. Mooch about. 14:15 - Jump on the 345 to Scarriff. 15:29 - Alight. At some stage "borrow" a pony and trap and make my way to the folks. Cork, I love you, but I love leaving you just as much.

MAYO FOR SAM. THE 75 YEAR WAIT IS OVER. WELL DONE, MAYO. Absolutely delighted.

Do the thing, Jayo.

Wonderful news.

6 years ago we lost Tim Smith as the starry skies called our leader home. I found Cardiacs much later than everyone else, only properly took the plunge in 2019 but all it took was one listen to Sing to God and I was spellbound. So many more doors of music were opened to me. Thank you Tim.

A respite...

Two friends now deceased in 48 hours. "You can't conceive, nor can I, the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God," - Graham Greene Baleful and malign is the supposed master of creation, if he does exist. Thank you for letting the lowest of the low continue on yet mercilessly take our best.

Monday. *hisses and claws air*

Actually no. The Civil Service has been lovely to me. Get thee hence, LinkedIn.

compare and contrast...

I'm glad I never got into the habit of wearing eyeliner or mascara because in weather like this, the makeup would be absolutely pouring off me eyes, swear to goodness.

p.s. Ideal.

Finished work at 4pm as well. Choice.

For anyone having a rough spell of it and who is taking tablets, I feel I must share this.

Fear not mortals, I am very familiar with this predicament...

Your best are outstanding, dear Belfast. Absolutely incredibly hilarious and kind. Feral but kind. Much love.

Thankfully we're leaving immediately.

Hola, El Paso. Familiar turf.

I have some mental stories about some of the whimsy we got up to when we were living in the DAWWWWK... I'll never have anything but fondness for the place.

"you're not wrong, Narelle"

Staaaaahree Doobleh... Well met, Dublin. Leg 1 complete.

Half of first leg of the trek is nearly in the bag. Very good, VERY NICE.

Passing through as opposed to alighting here, Eris, be praised...

Q-Con, let's have a go...