I’m in Northern Ireland, so my internet access is spotty at best – I return home Monday night, and will catch up with my communications then.

Spent yesterday up on the Antrim coast at Bushmills, and the Giant’s Causeway, and Carrick-a-Rede. I’ve taken half a hundred shots on the phonecam, so it’ll cost me a fortune to decant them. I’ll go through ’em later and weed out the good ones. It’s a couple of years since I was there, and I’m glad to go back – it’s possibly the most beautiful place in the world to me.

Went out last night with my cousin and his pals, and wound up at Limelight, playing the “legal, not legal” game. The average age there seems to be about 17, and that was only after the bunch of us twenty somethings and early thirties people had raised it a year or two. A real “Fuck You, I Won’t Tidy My Bedroom” place. Good laugh, though. In the past, we’ve wound up there thanks to my youngest cousin, who turned 20 the other month. This time round, it was bizarre co-incidence, but it wouldn’t be a trip to Beflast without seeing what the Young People dance to these days. The answer seems to be that they dance to exactly the same things I did, which is odd, because at least they were current when I was out, rather than most of a decade old, and more…

Right. Enough. See you all when I get back.