In and Around Nordirland.

I'm hiding out in the countryside (in the North still) and the only way you'll find me is if you follow the trail of duderay stickers.

Hot Baby Roy and Hot Firey Love Lady are looking after Battle Cat.  Hot Firey Love Lady is really excited about it so much so that I'm really starting to come round to her. I think Hot Baby Roy has landed on his feet with her so lucky bastard.

Anyway me, my laptop and a big bottle of whiskey are deep in the Irish countryside.

Happy Twelfth for those who care, even happier one for those who don't.

Spring is Here, Winter can Party Down and Go Fuck Itself (see what I did there?)

Even though it was raining when I went out earlier there's something definitely Spring about Belfast. It's just moving into a milder time of year. The breeze isn't nippy, it's melancholy. And people don't have big miserable twisted faces on them anymore when they have to go outside.

With that in mind, this is the song that's making me feel like the winter's over. I heard it an ad the other day, so I'm glad to have tracked it down:



I also had a letter in yesterday saying I'd an interview for a shop this week. Cross your fingers for me, but have a dance first.