Mark Doyle

@markdoyle.bsky.social

Historian & writer. Britain, Ireland, empire, music. Latest book is on John Cale's Paris 1919 for 33 1/3. Next: histories of African people/music in Ireland. “Pipe-sucking radical” --Mail on Sunday. Views here are my own: my employer has no views.

I am writing a book that I think is very good, but I'm finding it impossible to motivate myself to sit down and write it because it is also very hard to write something very good.

I might design a class called something like Replacing Human Labor, about the mechanization of work, and resistance to same, from the late 18th century to now. If anybody has any good ideas for assigned readings, I'd love to hear them.

There's no film I've seen more often than Clue & that includes all the movies my kids watched over & over when they were little (except for Clue, which they also watched over & over; one of them even had a sleepover where they all watched Clue). Point is, this Clue household is v sad about Tim Curry

Spent the evening listening to some OG Nashville punks reminisce about the Nashville punk scene (there was one! it was small!), going to gigs at the 2 places that would have them, getting beat up by rednecks, taking advantage of the music biz infrastructure to get their music out, etc. It was great.

Dreamed last night that I was trying to explain the significance of the 1867 Reform Act to a roomful of skeptical kindergarteners, but I'm proud to say I won them over in the end. Or maybe we all rowed off in walnut shells to Mars... the denouement is a little hazy.

I was talking to someone last night about pilotless flying drone taxis, which, I was told with great confidence and on the basis of claims to inside knowledge, are on their way. The Jetsons were mentioned. Cold chills were felt running down the spines of, I daresay, only one of us.

Gotta write my syllabi but the local arthouse is playing Once Upon a Time in the West all weekend so I guess the students will just have to teach themselves this semester.

Writers are nice to have as friends because when it's their birthday all you have to give them are a few pleasingly practical notebooks and maybe a pencil or two, and they'll be like "omg, I don't have any in this color yet."

When and why did we start referring to hamburgers as "smashburgers"? Are we maybe just replacing all instances of "ham" with "smash"... Smashlet, Alexander Smashilton, New Smashshire, etc? If so, I can get behind it.