Neil Pferd

@dasneilpferd.bsky.social

Berlin Irish. Bad speller. Worse proof reader. Here to enthuse about my niche interests and watch you enthusing about yours.

Watched Tommy Tiernan’s “Epic West” there. Some lovely moments and it all looked beautiful but much of it felt self-indulgent to me. And that's a pity. All for personal storytelling of broader themes but I don't think this ever hit that. Much too much about Tommy himself than the west or its people.

Nothing captures the excitement of the onset of autumn quite like the five minutes of excitement after finding Federweißer down the supermarket and remembering the taste of Federweißer.

A glass of wine, the bottle of which is shown behind. You can probably tell by the label that it isn’t great wine.

Our wee tree is still tiny and only seems to produce apples every other year, so we’re lucky if we get more than a dozen every two years but going outside, plucking an apple from the tree and eating it right away never, ever, loses its charm.

A green Apple with a leaf still attached to its stalk.

Went to Ulster's website to see if they're streaming tonight's game (they are, it's £7.50, more than group stages of Europe cost), and I've just been battered by this hellish marketing gibberish. Good. Grief. Annoyingly, kit is decent, but I can't encourage this nonsense by getting one, can I?

A screen grab of the Ulster Rugby website. It says, "Ulster Rugby Unveil 2026/27 3rd kit." as the headline, then in smaller text, "Inspired by the enduring strength and natural beauty of the Giant's Causeway, Ulster Rugby's new 2026/27 Third Kit celebrate the landscapes, communities and resilience that define the province."

Been tinkering with my wee pizza oven for a couple or years now and while the pizzas have always tastes great, they haven’t always looked the best… Slowly getting there, though. Slowly.

A home made pizza. It has sweetcorn on it and cheese and tomatoes.A home made salami pizza.

Combat sports do nothing at all for me. Quite the opposite. But you damn well better believe I love women's sports. And it's very cool to see something like this happen in front of 80,000 people. Gonna do what I can to enjoy this (and to try to understand what the hell's going on).

Diet Tom Scott and I Can’t Believe It’s Not Tom Scott have gone to that Lidl Pub in Belfast and made a video about it and of course I’m bloody going to watch it despite myself.

A screenshot of the thumbnail of a YouTube video by Christ Spargo and Luke O'Sullivan visiting the Lidl pub in east Belfast.

On an objective level, Ludwig is a terrible program. Worst kind of 2D TV. But it requires no effort, no input, no concentration from the viewer. Which speaks so well to where are right now, as all our energy goes to herding two tireless kids, that naturally it’s become a favourite thing to watch...

Fortnight back home is a lovely way to spend a holiday. In many ways, I’m a different version of myself there. Easy to be more relaxed, conversationally, with strangers. Yet always aware of identity and, thus, also more self-censoring than I would prefer. The strange duality of the place, I guess.

A view from the wee island over the Carrick-a-rede rope bridge towards Rathlin. Some grass in the foreground, blue sea in between, and a rocky island in the background. Mostly blue sky above with some white and grey clouds in it.

I liked The Economist. Not because I agree with it. I prefer to read something I don’t agree with by default. It was that the editorial line was set by the literature and thus less prone to expedient manipulation. Makes the Acemoglu piece even odder. Takes an editorial position on the field, itself.

I’m not exactly tech illiterate, yet for the third time in the last few weeks, I’ve had to search how to log out of an app because I couldn’t figure it out and in none of the cases was it in the slightest bit intuitive. A perfect example of the problem of the modern internet.