Hello there, welcome to a brand new R-Splug R-Scanus right here on R-Splug.com. How are you?

I hope you're well. Thanks for listening as always. What a day. What a day I'm having. I've just come back in from walking the dog.

It's Friday, obviously, well it's Thursday now and I'm recording, but Friday when you're listening and it's going to be a bank holiday weekend here in Ireland. It is the May bank holiday weekend. And does that not to you conjure up images of May, the start of summer, getting warmer.

You know, if you're lucky, you could sit outside a bar without having to wear an overcoat and a blanket and a sleeping bag and a woolly hat. And if you're really, really lucky, you could go out and perhaps cook some food on the barbecue. I mean, it's really lucky. I know, but it's fucking freezing. I was just out with the dog and I got hailed on for the third day in a row. And basically I just want to kind of say, fuck hell.

Hell is, it hurts. It hurts my head. And maybe because I don't have a big thick covering of hair like David Louise or a psycho bob from which the the hell can just bounce off. But no, it still hurts my head. And it's cold. And this is not the way of bank holiday weekend is supposed to be. And I was in town earlier. So I've got some coffee here.

Because it's cold. I was in town earlier. City center. Where my studio is. And there's some people doing some recording in there. And I was walking up Grafton Street. And there was a man standing on Grafton Street singing at the top of his lungs about praying, praying, praying, praying.

I don't know what everybody was going, you got to pray. You got to pray. And I was sort of ignoring him and just listening to a podcast walking by. And I had to walk close to him. And he came right up into my face and was like, you got to pray.

I was like, just go, go away from me. I don't like that. I don't like that. Leave aside the message about praying, which I'm not into. I get that some people are. That's fine. I got no issue with that. But don't come so close to me.

Don't get like near me because I don't know where you've been, frankly. And it's rude to come up and just sing into somebody's face. I mean, you wouldn't just walk up to somebody and start reciting poetry at them at the top of your voice or read them an essay that you wrote when you were a child about a spaceship that came down from space and did things and was all spacey and stuff. You wouldn't do that.

So don't come up to somebody and start singing at them. That's just my little piece of advice. So if you were thinking about going down to the main shopping street in your town or city wherever you live and standing there with no musical instrument, no accompaniment whatsoever.

I mean, the very least you could do was perhaps get like a some kind of small drum or like a cassio organ. I mean, you don't even have to know how to play. You just do one of the presets and it goes, you could sing along with that.

Don't we just lazy just standing there. So if you were thinking about doing that, don't do it. That's my advice to you. Find something else to do this bank all day weekend like building a glue or sit by the fire. Really, really cold drinking brandy to keep warm.

It's not easy. Is it life walking along? You're just trying to mind your own business as if things weren't trying enough at this moment in time from an arsenal point of view.

I've got enough to be going on with everyone's rowing with everyone. Everyone's fighting about something. And if they're not fighting about something, they're fighting about the fact that they're not fighting about something. Where do people get the energy? Honestly.

Sometimes, you know, I've got Twitter and I look at Twitter and I see things on Twitter. I don't engage with them. But I see people like rowing on Twitter all day, all day. They're talking, they're fighting, they're discussing, they're debating, they're there all day and I go to bed and I sleep for a while.

Then they get up in the morning and they're still at it or they've been at it for hours and hours and hours and then you think, well, they're going to have a lie in surely these people because you know, he couldn't be doing that all day because then like within minutes of getting up there at it again.

There's too much, there's too much going on. It's never ending. And I think, you know, I don't think it's unreasonable to suggest that the fact that it never stops has an effect on on the mood to a certain extent.

Like when there was in 24 or 7 discussion about football football was a thing that everyone was into. Everyone still loved and had passion for and enjoyed at the weekend or didn't enjoy it the weekend. And then after the game there was, you know, beers and talking about the game.

And I was shit and I play her shit and fuck this and then I have a few more beers. And then you go home. And now while you're on your way home, you can sit on Twitter and still still argue about it. What are you talking about?

And then you get home and you go for a plop and you're sitting on the toilet and you're like, on Twitter. And then before you go to bed, you're lying and back and going, and then you get up the next morning and it just it never stops doesn't never ever ever stops.

Which in some ways is a good thing. We have more information, more access, more everything than ever before. But in some ways, I'm not sure it's that healthy. I do wonder about the long term effects of this. If in perhaps some years time people are going to go like dark raving do lally. Are they going to have football fan of silence?

Built on the hill looking over the town dark sinister buildings filled with football fans who have no frame of reference for life outside of calling each other cons or calling some other football fans cons or whining each other up on Twitter because that's all they do becomes their life their soul their addiction.

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