James "thon Fitzy sham" Fitz
@thonfitzysham
immune to all your herbicidal battering...
...my relationship with this city has scoops and rises but I'm unlikely to be moving any time soon.
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.
We're in the land of the Banner folk now. Scarriff awaits.
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.
Actually no. The Civil Service has been lovely to me. Get thee hence, LinkedIn.
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.
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.
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...
There is an intangible darkness to this place that defies description.
"Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.” - attibuted to Samuel Johnson. Well I guess that makes me more than just a mere scoundrel because this knave, this absolute bounder, this cad, ruffian, varlet and coxcomb is cashing in his chips just after 7pm. Am knackered.