We giving Bluesky thing another shot, then? Okay… here’s a picture of my kids from this morning to warm my timeline. Doughnuts for breakfast during UAE National Day celebrations. Or, I mean Eid Al Etihad, obviously.

So tired was I yesterday, that when I returned to my car after 3 hours in the office, I found the radio playing and the engine running. God bless the inconspicuous quiet of a humming BMW and the incredible honesty/fear of prosecution of would-be thieves.

I don’t care how it happened, but The Cranberries becoming the soundtrack to Ireland’s run in the rugby gives me extra chills because they’re Limerick; with less than the population of a reasonably sized European city, we have no right to be world beaters… but…

The barber did such a shit job on my hair today that, because I refused to be seen in public, I had a professional come to the house at 8:30pm. He was dealt a bad hand, but at least I don’t now look like I cut my own hair, without a mirror, drunk, in the dark.