Moonage Davedream
@davva.bsky.social
Legally drunk and incapable since 1989…
Kate Rusby - Christmas Is Merry at The Barbican in York, 11-12-25…
December 12, 2025 at 7:59 PM
Kate Rusby - Christmas Is Merry at The Barbican in York, 11-12-25…
I’M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!!!
Birmingham for a couple of days where I’m aiming to get some hot bedroom action.
I intend to wrap myself in a duvet sleep hugely for a couple of days, rising only eat a massive greasy sausage in one or both of the Christmas markets…
Birmingham for a couple of days where I’m aiming to get some hot bedroom action.
I intend to wrap myself in a duvet sleep hugely for a couple of days, rising only eat a massive greasy sausage in one or both of the Christmas markets…
December 8, 2025 at 9:09 AM
I’M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!!!
Birmingham for a couple of days where I’m aiming to get some hot bedroom action.
I intend to wrap myself in a duvet sleep hugely for a couple of days, rising only eat a massive greasy sausage in one or both of the Christmas markets…
Birmingham for a couple of days where I’m aiming to get some hot bedroom action.
I intend to wrap myself in a duvet sleep hugely for a couple of days, rising only eat a massive greasy sausage in one or both of the Christmas markets…
A December Tuesday in York, still people knot on damp cobbles, thread through the lights robbed of their sparkle by morning bright, clear and Robin’s egg blue. For the first time this year I’m caught off guard by The Pogues, “So Happy Christmas, I miss you, baby.”
For a moment a tear stings my eye…
For a moment a tear stings my eye…
December 2, 2025 at 1:50 PM
A December Tuesday in York, still people knot on damp cobbles, thread through the lights robbed of their sparkle by morning bright, clear and Robin’s egg blue. For the first time this year I’m caught off guard by The Pogues, “So Happy Christmas, I miss you, baby.”
For a moment a tear stings my eye…
For a moment a tear stings my eye…
DAVENT CALENDAR DAY 1
Hop Hut Summer Slam:
Tastes like it’s made with actual Hutts.
“Bo Shuda…”
Hop Hut Summer Slam:
Tastes like it’s made with actual Hutts.
“Bo Shuda…”
December 1, 2025 at 9:38 PM
DAVENT CALENDAR DAY 1
Hop Hut Summer Slam:
Tastes like it’s made with actual Hutts.
“Bo Shuda…”
Hop Hut Summer Slam:
Tastes like it’s made with actual Hutts.
“Bo Shuda…”
Lights glitter spilling over rain slick cobblestones.
And the crowds and the throng and the elbows move you by.
My traditional start to Christmas, a pie and a mulled cider at St Nicholas Fair.
So, here’s to us, You Cats, and a peaceful and happy season…
And the crowds and the throng and the elbows move you by.
My traditional start to Christmas, a pie and a mulled cider at St Nicholas Fair.
So, here’s to us, You Cats, and a peaceful and happy season…
November 30, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Lights glitter spilling over rain slick cobblestones.
And the crowds and the throng and the elbows move you by.
My traditional start to Christmas, a pie and a mulled cider at St Nicholas Fair.
So, here’s to us, You Cats, and a peaceful and happy season…
And the crowds and the throng and the elbows move you by.
My traditional start to Christmas, a pie and a mulled cider at St Nicholas Fair.
So, here’s to us, You Cats, and a peaceful and happy season…
I mean, Maisie Adam is good looking lass anyway, with amazing legs but stick some fake sideburns on her and she’s proper lighting mi candle.
I really am a weird, sad pathetic old man…
I really am a weird, sad pathetic old man…
November 13, 2025 at 9:46 PM
I mean, Maisie Adam is good looking lass anyway, with amazing legs but stick some fake sideburns on her and she’s proper lighting mi candle.
I really am a weird, sad pathetic old man…
I really am a weird, sad pathetic old man…
The show I’m doing just now has a section about the history of theatre and I tell a story about Maggie being confused by a panto.
As I was telling it last night, a maple leaf drifted down and landed on my shoulder.
If I was a deluded wet hippy type I might have got a bit misty eyed about it…
As I was telling it last night, a maple leaf drifted down and landed on my shoulder.
If I was a deluded wet hippy type I might have got a bit misty eyed about it…
November 9, 2025 at 11:05 AM
The show I’m doing just now has a section about the history of theatre and I tell a story about Maggie being confused by a panto.
As I was telling it last night, a maple leaf drifted down and landed on my shoulder.
If I was a deluded wet hippy type I might have got a bit misty eyed about it…
As I was telling it last night, a maple leaf drifted down and landed on my shoulder.
If I was a deluded wet hippy type I might have got a bit misty eyed about it…
Y’know what? Fuck it!
It’s November, I like mince pies and Christmas can’t come soon enough…
It’s November, I like mince pies and Christmas can’t come soon enough…
November 2, 2025 at 1:32 PM
Y’know what? Fuck it!
It’s November, I like mince pies and Christmas can’t come soon enough…
It’s November, I like mince pies and Christmas can’t come soon enough…
Today is the feast day of Crispin Chrispianus.
Deo gracias Anglia rede pro victoria...
Deo gracias Anglia rede pro victoria...
October 25, 2025 at 9:22 AM
Today is the feast day of Crispin Chrispianus.
Deo gracias Anglia rede pro victoria...
Deo gracias Anglia rede pro victoria...
After his wife died a made him laugh, a rich and genuine laugh amidst all that unfettered grief.
I’ve always been proud of that laugh. Of all the audiences I’ve stood in front of and won over, that laugh meant more to me. A quiet little sound in a roaring gale of misery…
I’ve always been proud of that laugh. Of all the audiences I’ve stood in front of and won over, that laugh meant more to me. A quiet little sound in a roaring gale of misery…
October 24, 2025 at 12:52 PM
After his wife died a made him laugh, a rich and genuine laugh amidst all that unfettered grief.
I’ve always been proud of that laugh. Of all the audiences I’ve stood in front of and won over, that laugh meant more to me. A quiet little sound in a roaring gale of misery…
I’ve always been proud of that laugh. Of all the audiences I’ve stood in front of and won over, that laugh meant more to me. A quiet little sound in a roaring gale of misery…
I collared for a really rare record at a decent price a couple of months ago but haven’t played it yet. A good friend was part of the stage show for the tour it captures and it’s still a bit raw, he died earlier this year.
I think this weekend though I listen and smile…
I think this weekend though I listen and smile…
October 24, 2025 at 12:49 PM
I collared for a really rare record at a decent price a couple of months ago but haven’t played it yet. A good friend was part of the stage show for the tour it captures and it’s still a bit raw, he died earlier this year.
I think this weekend though I listen and smile…
I think this weekend though I listen and smile…
Like Arthur Dent once said, “This must be Thursday, I could never quite get the hang of Thursdays.”
Working regular bankers hours lets you know why, it’s a Wednesday dressed up as a Friday. All fur coat, no knickers.
Also I’ve just fumbled my “put on boots” roll and punched myself in the balls…
Working regular bankers hours lets you know why, it’s a Wednesday dressed up as a Friday. All fur coat, no knickers.
Also I’ve just fumbled my “put on boots” roll and punched myself in the balls…
October 23, 2025 at 6:56 AM
Like Arthur Dent once said, “This must be Thursday, I could never quite get the hang of Thursdays.”
Working regular bankers hours lets you know why, it’s a Wednesday dressed up as a Friday. All fur coat, no knickers.
Also I’ve just fumbled my “put on boots” roll and punched myself in the balls…
Working regular bankers hours lets you know why, it’s a Wednesday dressed up as a Friday. All fur coat, no knickers.
Also I’ve just fumbled my “put on boots” roll and punched myself in the balls…
To the unknown, unnumbered souls who stood this day upon Senlac Hill over 900 years ago and died for the ambition of wealthy men.
Hail the glorious fallen…
Hail the glorious fallen…
October 14, 2025 at 7:08 AM
To the unknown, unnumbered souls who stood this day upon Senlac Hill over 900 years ago and died for the ambition of wealthy men.
Hail the glorious fallen…
Hail the glorious fallen…
Today is the saints day of Edward The Confessor.
The Patron Saint of England before being replaced by a foreigner…
The Patron Saint of England before being replaced by a foreigner…
October 13, 2025 at 9:17 AM
Today is the saints day of Edward The Confessor.
The Patron Saint of England before being replaced by a foreigner…
The Patron Saint of England before being replaced by a foreigner…
I wonder if a mark of getting older is that people stop making you angry and just make you sad…
October 7, 2025 at 9:28 AM
I wonder if a mark of getting older is that people stop making you angry and just make you sad…
Windblown moments hazing, spindrift memories threaded over tides of time.
Ever more remote in a sea of, lost chances, lost opportunities, lost laughter.
Older now than you can ever be.
Still missing you, Maggie, love always…
Ever more remote in a sea of, lost chances, lost opportunities, lost laughter.
Older now than you can ever be.
Still missing you, Maggie, love always…
September 29, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Windblown moments hazing, spindrift memories threaded over tides of time.
Ever more remote in a sea of, lost chances, lost opportunities, lost laughter.
Older now than you can ever be.
Still missing you, Maggie, love always…
Ever more remote in a sea of, lost chances, lost opportunities, lost laughter.
Older now than you can ever be.
Still missing you, Maggie, love always…
Why do I keep doing this to myself?
Late night lager and films.
“Ooh, Event Horizon! I’ve not seen that in years, I bet it’s not as scary as I remember!”
Well, now I’m laying here with a full bladder afraid to go to the lavvy in case I meet Eyeless Sam Neill with he lad out…
Late night lager and films.
“Ooh, Event Horizon! I’ve not seen that in years, I bet it’s not as scary as I remember!”
Well, now I’m laying here with a full bladder afraid to go to the lavvy in case I meet Eyeless Sam Neill with he lad out…
September 19, 2025 at 12:26 AM
Why do I keep doing this to myself?
Late night lager and films.
“Ooh, Event Horizon! I’ve not seen that in years, I bet it’s not as scary as I remember!”
Well, now I’m laying here with a full bladder afraid to go to the lavvy in case I meet Eyeless Sam Neill with he lad out…
Late night lager and films.
“Ooh, Event Horizon! I’ve not seen that in years, I bet it’s not as scary as I remember!”
Well, now I’m laying here with a full bladder afraid to go to the lavvy in case I meet Eyeless Sam Neill with he lad out…
Delightful!
“You will be alerted to the oncoming apocalypse by the cosmic horror of your phone making a sound like Chris Martin fucking a Clanger in a biscuit tin…”
“You will be alerted to the oncoming apocalypse by the cosmic horror of your phone making a sound like Chris Martin fucking a Clanger in a biscuit tin…”
September 7, 2025 at 2:13 PM
Delightful!
“You will be alerted to the oncoming apocalypse by the cosmic horror of your phone making a sound like Chris Martin fucking a Clanger in a biscuit tin…”
“You will be alerted to the oncoming apocalypse by the cosmic horror of your phone making a sound like Chris Martin fucking a Clanger in a biscuit tin…”
I swear it was only a brew and a bit of cake…
July 12, 2025 at 8:44 PM
I swear it was only a brew and a bit of cake…
A Very Drunk Cowgirl weaves up to Davva.
Very Drunk Cowgirl - “YOU! Are a very attractive man!”
Davva - “Aw, thanks, Pet Lamb, so are you…”
The Very Drunk Cowgirl walks away unsure if she really has been complimented…
Very Drunk Cowgirl - “YOU! Are a very attractive man!”
Davva - “Aw, thanks, Pet Lamb, so are you…”
The Very Drunk Cowgirl walks away unsure if she really has been complimented…
June 14, 2025 at 7:27 PM
A Very Drunk Cowgirl weaves up to Davva.
Very Drunk Cowgirl - “YOU! Are a very attractive man!”
Davva - “Aw, thanks, Pet Lamb, so are you…”
The Very Drunk Cowgirl walks away unsure if she really has been complimented…
Very Drunk Cowgirl - “YOU! Are a very attractive man!”
Davva - “Aw, thanks, Pet Lamb, so are you…”
The Very Drunk Cowgirl walks away unsure if she really has been complimented…
This is the shirt I started to wear when I go out to eat steak.
Don’t know why, whimsy, possibly. But it’s worth noting the print acts a lot like a wipe clean bib…
Don’t know why, whimsy, possibly. But it’s worth noting the print acts a lot like a wipe clean bib…
June 4, 2025 at 6:31 PM
This is the shirt I started to wear when I go out to eat steak.
Don’t know why, whimsy, possibly. But it’s worth noting the print acts a lot like a wipe clean bib…
Don’t know why, whimsy, possibly. But it’s worth noting the print acts a lot like a wipe clean bib…
Sumer is icumen in lhude sing cuccu…
May 1, 2025 at 12:36 PM
Sumer is icumen in lhude sing cuccu…
This Progtastic medieval melodrama follows on from before…
April 27, 2025 at 4:00 PM
This Progtastic medieval melodrama follows on from before…