Prozac and Whimsy

So this is the least surprising thing to happen since my ex told me we didn’t need condoms and then got pregnant, but yes Lambrini Girls had my album of the year. They had my song of the year with Love (the only song to appear twice on THE LIST) AND they were also my… — read more

If you’re lucky there is a moment at a gig, just right before the headliners come on where the audience will briefly hush and there will be a buzz from the walls of amplifiers that are waiting to assault you. It’s a rare occurrence but the feeling of electricity and anticipation of what is to… — read more

It’s my son’s birthday today, he’s 24 and now at the age I was when I left his mum for the final time. I’m a different person to the man I was back then and different again to the one who saw him last. We wouldn’t recognise each other on many different levels. I don’t… — read more

It’s been an odd year, I have been unwell both physically and mentally for most if not all of it and I’m just so, so tired at this point. As previous trauma dumping posts tell you I don’t have a lot of family around me and as a result I have made one for myself… — read more

This has taken fucking days to write and you can see me either getting drunker or just losing my mind as I try to vamp it out so enjoy… Artist Title Comments Therapy? No Sunshine There is a line that says “depression is a thief” and it was a game changer for me. The Cure… — read more

On the 13th of November 2024 I skeeted (Bluesky posts are called skeets because they specifically asked us to not do that and fuck them) That the best song in the world was No Sunshine by Therapy? and on that day it was. Therapy? are bloody brilliant and amongst all of their great albums Cleave… — read more

My aunt died at the start of the year and I span out of control in a few different ways all at once. My grandparents are all gone and the families have drifted apart without the anchors holding them all in place. I am now at the age where the next generation of family are… — read more

When I was a kid I had a mate called Adam, Fat Adam to be more precise. It wasn’t a clever or ironic nickname. He was, and still is, a large boned fella called Adam. There wasn’t even another Adam in our friend group that required a differentiator for him. It was just mean but… — read more