I have a taxi booked for 5:15 in the morning to get me to the airport.
Considering the fact that I'm also bound for Brighton, all I can think of right now is The Who's "5:15" from the album Quadrophenia, so the coincidence isn't lost on me.
Time to slumber, methinks.

You know, storms would probably calm down if we stopped naming them.

Absolute solid gold fact that giving them an identity only encourages them further in their errant licentiousness.

If ye went outside with a bag of tin whistles on a day such as this, you'd make a fair amount of a cacophony

Good old Skyhooks.

Very much in its own way, a call to arms:

1. the kid who tried very hard but always "failed"
2. the daughter who always did her best but her folks dissaproved
3. the conscripted army recruit who definitely had enough
4. folks in general who were sick of playing the game […]

I always associate this song with the period coming up to Christmas.

I'd explain further but I think I'll abstain...

https://devintownsend.bandcamp.com/track/the-mighty-masturbator

The Enid Blyton universe really has gone off the rails in recent times:

Musings at 9am on a Friday morning.

1. The Eurovision was always shite to begin with.
2. Genocide sucks.
3. Today is Bandcamp Friday. Do purchase some albums.
4. Bastard rain is back in the mix again.

And so on and so forth....

Ostres!!!!

Tomorrow is Bandcamp Friday.

Malediction upon Spotify Wrapped and the likes, let's nip over to Bandcamp and spend some money there tomorrow and actually show some proper love for real creativity.

Plenty of it out there.

The work week has come to a halt.

Mama Fitz's baby boy is coming home.

Dear bus driver, don't dilly-dally.

Drive her like ye stole her.

I seem to have managed to bridge both Mastodon and Bluesky, but I'm wondering if the feeds actually work in tandem.