Dave P

JACK WHITE. Absolutely incredible at the Troxy tonight. As far as birthday gigs go, that’s going to take some topping.

It’s my birthday eve and I got an awesome, pretty on-brand early gift from my Exec at work.

Only just catching up on the heartbreaking news about Rick Buckler.

Not only were The Jam a formative band for me, but I was lucky enough to meet Rick years ago and hear his stories about their early days.

Such a friendly, engaging and talented person.

I definitely watch several films at least that many times in a year. Let alone ever.

Ever get the feeling that they just lost their creativity and couldn’t be arsed when they were naming streets in the city?

The answers in order are:

Holy shit, that’s expensive.

Nope, still can’t play a Bm7 chord.

He wasn’t an alcoholic, but he WAS a patron saint of beekeepers.

You’re welcome.

Got a bit hammered this evening. My recent search history covers all the key conversation points though. Nice variety there.

I’m sure the 5 pints of Guinness (and bonus G&T) will all work out superbly as well. Nope, can’t see any issues here.

Stay tuned for more ‘grumpy old man whinges about his new neighbours’ updates as I sit on my couch drinking beer.

And now they appear to be bowling rocks at cutlery while wearing football boots.

I swear I just heard one of our neighbours DRILLING. At 10.25pm. It was either that or a hilariously ridiculous fart, but I have my doubts.

It’s ok, I’m sure something will come along and distract me from it…in about 5 minutes 🙃😂

Yep, that’s in my head now and probably won’t leave until about June 😂

It’s mad to think that Jurassic Park was released in 1993 and still holds up remarkably well with its fx. Then I watched the Star Wars prequels again the other day and they all just look awful.

Some of those blockbuster ‘epic’ films haven’t aged well at all. You can definitely tell the cash grab ones from those that had fx teams that actually, y’know, gave a shit.

Lots of unpacking done and more to do. Plenty to adjust to and things to get used to.

Including living in an apartment block again where you can hear your neighbours being noisy arseholes.

INCLUDING them having very loud, quick sex at 5am. Yep, that’s already happened.

House move week: COMPLETED

Stood outside a pub in central London listening to a lad, who looks like a human pubic hair dressed in a Gola tracksuit, boasting to his mate about how he’s decided to have a ‘filthy fling’ with a girl he’s chatting on a dating site.

I have a feeling that it’s not going to be his decision.

Fiery Stevenage skies.

Moving house at the end of the month. This weekend was due to be the first one dedicated to making a start on the ridiculous amount of packing involved.

Obviously just got back from the pub.

#dedication

Now THAT was a fucking new years to remember! Genuinely, I’m deliriously and overwhelmingly happy to put the shitshow that was 2024 in the bin.

ONWARDS!

Spent a large amount of my afternoon being bested by my 4-year-old niece at an extensive session of Where’s Wally?

I took the loss well. Only because it’s still kinda Christmas.

More Guinness than man right now. Cracking Christmas day has been had.

Christmas dinner.

Pissedmas

Not even drinking yet either.

Textbook moron present wrapping experience. Got sellotape stuck on my beard, chest hair, and teeth. Cut a finger on a cardboard box and another with the scissors.

Looks like it was all done by a sloth having a seizure while it fell out of a tree.

Two presents. TWO. Fucksake.

Wonderful day getting a bit festive and boozy with a load of my best friends who I don’t see nearly enough of. Really needed that.

Hahaha, the cepelinas are what actually convinced Emma to go after we watched the Travel Man episode! That and Šakotis.