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Iceland

Published December 16, 2025

I'm starting this on the plane. I'm sitting on the plane now. In the window seat. I've been debating whether or not to record the takeoff. I usually do, but for some reason I don't see the utility in it this time. I don't think I'll use it for the video, and I don't really like at all!! the EasyJet logo on the wingtip …

It's rainy and white blue and I'll sleep and dream through the flight.

I recorded the takeoff, and landing. Of course I did.

Iceland Is A Fat Girl, With A Pretty Face.

That is how I feel about it.

On the bus into Reykjavik the opinion was formed.

To be honest (which I always am) this country is making some gigantic mistakes.

They've had a lot of success with what they've done with this rock, but their natural wonders accessible from the capital are really quite small and unimpressive. There are some who are honest about them, and others who kid themselves. Or these people just haven't seen enough of the world, and are impressed but what are actually quite unimpressive things.

The main selling points of the country are Reykjavik: the gloomy capital, in practice a vulnerable frozen city-state, and the barren emptiness far beyond, the dark satanic broken bit.

A lot of the time even if I don't feel that interested in a country’s main tourist spots I'll still go, give them a chance to surprise me. I chose not to in the case of Iceland. They genuinely annoy me. A small waterfall, an average geyser, a man-made ‘blue lagoon’ swimming pool built from the runoff of a nearby powerplant. I think they all undercut and disappoint the actual strength of the country.

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Iceland

Published December 16, 2025

I'm starting this on the plane. I'm sitting on the plane now. In the window seat. I've been debating whether or not to record the takeoff. I usually do, but for some reason I don't see the utility in it this time. I don't think I'll use it for the video, and I don't really like at all!! the EasyJet logo on the wingtip …

It's rainy and white blue and I'll sleep and dream through the flight.

I recorded the takeoff, and landing. Of course I did.

Iceland Is A Fat Girl, With A Pretty Face.

That is how I feel about it.

On the bus into Reykjavik the opinion was formed.

To be honest (which I always am) this country is making some gigantic mistakes.

They've had a lot of success with what they've done with this rock, but their natural wonders accessible from the capital are really quite small and unimpressive. There are some who are honest about them, and others who kid themselves. Or these people just haven't seen enough of the world, and are impressed but what are actually quite unimpressive things.

The main selling points of the country are Reykjavik: the gloomy capital, in practice a vulnerable frozen city-state, and the barren emptiness far beyond, the dark satanic broken bit.

A lot of the time even if I don't feel that interested in a country’s main tourist spots I'll still go, give them a chance to surprise me. I chose not to in the case of Iceland. They genuinely annoy me. A small waterfall, an average geyser, a man-made ‘blue lagoon’ swimming pool built from the runoff of a nearby powerplant. I think they all undercut and disappoint the actual strength of the country.

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The BradEarth Country Published November 30, 2025

My country is the United Kingdom.

Or is it the United States?

Or is it somewhere else?

Something else.

These things happen in cycles.

Recently my cycles have once again hit that of Britain being home. Being My Country.

I've been feeling that again more lately.

Yet, the cycle always continues on and I'm back in another ‘build my own country from scratch’ run.

I'll write about this, one of the core pillars of my very existence here, in this article. The Cycle.

I have for many years, at this point decades, since I was a teenager and probably before, written a list in various forms of all the policies I would enact as Prime Minister. In my late teens I also started composing another list that of policies for an American Presidency.

The truth is this, that American list is very short and heartless. Most of the time, I simply do not care. The British list runs hundreds of lines, thousands of words. Writing it, reading it, planning it, dreaming it. My heart is alive and on fire, burning with a brutal uncompromising desire.

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The BradEarth Country Published November 30, 2025

My country is the United Kingdom.

Or is it the United States?

Or is it somewhere else?

Something else.

These things happen in cycles.

Recently my cycles have once again hit that of Britain being home. Being My Country.

I've been feeling that again more lately.

Yet, the cycle always continues on and I'm back in another ‘build my own country from scratch’ run.

I'll write about this, one of the core pillars of my very existence here, in this article. The Cycle.

I have for many years, at this point decades, since I was a teenager and probably before, written a list in various forms of all the policies I would enact as Prime Minister. In my late teens I also started composing another list that of policies for an American Presidency.

The truth is this, that American list is very short and heartless. Most of the time, I simply do not care. The British list runs hundreds of lines, thousands of words. Writing it, reading it, planning it, dreaming it. My heart is alive and on fire, burning with a brutal uncompromising desire.

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A Post About My Heart Published November 5, 2025

It was the Fifth of November. Guy Fawkes.

Five years ago today I left hospital after what would be the last in a series of episodes of horrible and extreme tachycardia.

One of them was or likely caused a heart attack. One EKG showed a QT interval so wild it should have put me into cardiac arrest. When a later ambulance crew saw it, they were shocked, genuinely impressed.

During that time in 2020, a period of nine months, one of the outcomes on the table was a young death.

I was 29 through most of this.

Everything was pointing toward a changed life of horror; of constant attacks.

That last one came after some light had appeared.

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A Post About My Heart Published November 5, 2025

It was the Fifth of November. Guy Fawkes.

Five years ago today I left hospital after what would be the last in a series of episodes of horrible and extreme tachycardia.

One of them was or likely caused a heart attack. One EKG showed a QT interval so wild it should have put me into cardiac arrest. When a later ambulance crew saw it, they were shocked, genuinely impressed.

During that time in 2020, a period of nine months, one of the outcomes on the table was a young death.

I was 29 through most of this.

Everything was pointing toward a changed life of horror; of constant attacks.

That last one came after some light had appeared.

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Why Fukuoka?

Published September 28, 2025

I walked out the backdoor of the airport. Knowing Fukuoka was waiting for me.

I romanticise places. I do. And I miss them. But out of all the places I love and miss, Fukuoka has been top of the list since the day I patched up the pus-filled hole on the heel of my foot and boarded a highway bus to Osaka.

My first time in Fukuoka in 2013, I was outside, surviving day to day. Practically homeless in one of the most alien countries to anywhere else.

It hurt me physically every day. And I leant into that pain. I didn't have to walk so much, I could have stayed still more, waited for the day to pass from Net Café sleep to Net Café sleep. But I didn't, I walked and fucking walked, and through it, Me and Fukuoka fused forever.

Fukuoka itself is achingly beautiful. Everything seems perfectly placed. The city feels like a dreamscape, drawn not built, it has a subtle unreal quality. The streets and their flow are life-affirming, life-enhancing.

As soon as we crossed the Korea Strait I felt it. A wave of emotions hit as the land approached. I decided to walk from the airport into the city.

It had been years, 12 years. I had lived in Taiwan, Singapore, Canada, returned to England and visited 55 more countries. As I walked the streets towards Hakata Station I felt at home and at peace. There's something here.

It quickly became clear that all those years of romanticism were not fraud. This wasn't a one-off special time, it was always on. Me and Fukuoka belong together. In 2013, in 2025. Always.

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Why Fukuoka?

Published September 28, 2025

I walked out the backdoor of the airport. Knowing Fukuoka was waiting for me.

I romanticise places. I do. And I miss them. But out of all the places I love and miss, Fukuoka has been top of the list since the day I patched up the pus-filled hole on the heel of my foot and boarded a highway bus to Osaka.

My first time in Fukuoka in 2013, I was outside, surviving day to day. Practically homeless in one of the most alien countries to anywhere else.

It hurt me physically every day. And I leant into that pain. I didn't have to walk so much, I could have stayed still more, waited for the day to pass from Net Café sleep to Net Café sleep. But I didn't, I walked and fucking walked, and through it, Me and Fukuoka fused forever.

Fukuoka itself is achingly beautiful. Everything seems perfectly placed. The city feels like a dreamscape, drawn not built, it has a subtle unreal quality. The streets and their flow are life-affirming, life-enhancing.

As soon as we crossed the Korea Strait I felt it. A wave of emotions hit as the land approached. I decided to walk from the airport into the city.

It had been years, 12 years. I had lived in Taiwan, Singapore, Canada, returned to England and visited 55 more countries. As I walked the streets towards Hakata Station I felt at home and at peace. There's something here.

It quickly became clear that all those years of romanticism were not fraud. This wasn't a one-off special time, it was always on. Me and Fukuoka belong together. In 2013, in 2025. Always.

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ASIA TRIP EIGHT From Lotteria With Love Published September 27, 2025

Are we halfway through this thing? Are we nearing the end? I don't know at the moment. I'd say we're probably somewhere close to the end of the middle. What ever.

I'm sitting in a Lotteria now. In Seoul. I love Seoul. Much better than Busan. Not in every single way. Busan does have that perfect beach BRIDGE BEACH and the romance on it, the bridge.

The steps, I enjoyed those. It also has Spaland, where I can strut my cock around and boil in hot water and hot sauna. Seoul has some of that but Spaland is best, Busan wins the point.

Busan is TOO FUCKING QIUET!! I couldn't hear the conversations of the people standing right next to me, on the Metro, in the street. Quiet, small voices. Seoulites, you can hear every damn HangulSyllable. And I want that. I do.

Shall we talk some about ASIA TRIP EIGHT. Yes. This will be one of the Blog posts for it, I have just decided.

To be honest right now, it's all falling apart. And that's fine. I hit Korea and I hit one of those uniquely important places to me - my past, and my future. So the amount of time I scheduled here quickly became a fucking joke. No way. I need more days here. And so I'm taking them.

Funny. Last time on the Three Year MEGA Journey, I only planned a few weeks in Korea, it turned into three months. This time around the days will turn into weeks. I'm a different kind of traveller now, on a different kind of mission. That was open-ended, now I've got numbers to hit.

Korea isn't an easy country, I don't universally love every single thing. I'm not one of those. There are quite a few of those about.

Actually, I hate a lot of things here, certain things. And there is a high percentage of Rude Stupid People in Korea. Especially the aging women and the elderly, the old people here are the worst. Last time I was betrayed here too, by Korean ‘friends’. Jealous small men. But I still love it. Despite what I hate. My intuition is always correct and Korea matters to me and is important to me.

It's also dying. Literally. Dying. South Korea has many problems, many, DEEP problems.

Now something else. .

A note on Korean female fashion. STOP WITH THE LOOSE JEANS. It's not cool, man. Man. Woman. Sometimes it's fine, I understand not wanting to be eyed up all day, everyday, but c’mon. C’mon. Bring back the tight jeans in much greater quantities. Please, KamSamKneeDah. The skirts are still nice, sometimes, but the percentage of very very short ones is also disappointing. You're disappointing. I'm disappointed. Fucking Fem-in-ism-s .

Feminism, Happiness Spoiler, Woman Destroyer.

Moldova. UAE. Qatar. Kuwait. Thailand. China. South Korea. … it's already a monster of a trip. And it's not done. Where next? I'll decide, I'll figure it out. We'll close it great, as we always do.

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ASIA TRIP EIGHT From Lotteria With Love Published September 27, 2025

Are we halfway through this thing? Are we nearing the end? I don't know at the moment. I'd say we're probably somewhere close to the end of the middle. What ever.

I'm sitting in a Lotteria now. In Seoul. I love Seoul. Much better than Busan. Not in every single way. Busan does have that perfect beach BRIDGE BEACH and the romance on it, the bridge.

The steps, I enjoyed those. It also has Spaland, where I can strut my cock around and boil in hot water and hot sauna. Seoul has some of that but Spaland is best, Busan wins the point.

Busan is TOO FUCKING QIUET!! I couldn't hear the conversations of the people standing right next to me, on the Metro, in the street. Quiet, small voices. Seoulites, you can hear every damn HangulSyllable. And I want that. I do.

Shall we talk some about ASIA TRIP EIGHT. Yes. This will be one of the Blog posts for it, I have just decided.

To be honest right now, it's all falling apart. And that's fine. I hit Korea and I hit one of those uniquely important places to me - my past, and my future. So the amount of time I scheduled here quickly became a fucking joke. No way. I need more days here. And so I'm taking them.

Funny. Last time on the Three Year MEGA Journey, I only planned a few weeks in Korea, it turned into three months. This time around the days will turn into weeks. I'm a different kind of traveller now, on a different kind of mission. That was open-ended, now I've got numbers to hit.

Korea isn't an easy country, I don't universally love every single thing. I'm not one of those. There are quite a few of those about.

Actually, I hate a lot of things here, certain things. And there is a high percentage of Rude Stupid People in Korea. Especially the aging women and the elderly, the old people here are the worst. Last time I was betrayed here too, by Korean ‘friends’. Jealous small men. But I still love it. Despite what I hate. My intuition is always correct and Korea matters to me and is important to me.

It's also dying. Literally. Dying. South Korea has many problems, many, DEEP problems.

Now something else. .

A note on Korean female fashion. STOP WITH THE LOOSE JEANS. It's not cool, man. Man. Woman. Sometimes it's fine, I understand not wanting to be eyed up all day, everyday, but c’mon. C’mon. Bring back the tight jeans in much greater quantities. Please, KamSamKneeDah. The skirts are still nice, sometimes, but the percentage of very very short ones is also disappointing. You're disappointing. I'm disappointed. Fucking Fem-in-ism-s .

Feminism, Happiness Spoiler, Woman Destroyer.

Moldova. UAE. Qatar. Kuwait. Thailand. China. South Korea. … it's already a monster of a trip. And it's not done. Where next? I'll decide, I'll figure it out. We'll close it great, as we always do.

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BradEarth Published May 22, 2025

The name had been in my head for a long time 'BradEarth'

It was on that train journey from San Francisco to Los Angeles that 'BradEarth' kept entering my mind.

Through America, California, and into Mexico BradEarth entered my blood, my bones. My soul. My fucking being.

And suddenly I loved something, so of course the OCD machine turned on and went to work to try and destroy it. Scanning and searching, A/B testing, all to find something to end it.

BradEarth - Google Earth - Google Earth is just a part of Google, therefore BradEarth could be viewed as just a part of you, not the whole thing, it won't be seen as representative of the whole…

Earth - it's limiting, Earth, what about the rest of existence, hey!...

BradEarth - just some hokey blog-sounding name…

There's a difference between healthily searching for problems and solving those problems and what OCD does, I had an answer for each of the concerns I legitimately had -

Well Google Earth can be Google Earth and similar things can be similar things, BradEarth represents a mix of reality and fantasy, non-fiction and fiction and is something different from that kind of use of the word Earth, the connection without a space to the Brad also signifies that.

Earth doesn't have to be limiting. And this is BradEarth, not Earth, it can mean a planet or it can mean a superfast vehicle storming through the infinite and it can be the infinite, all at the same time.

It can sound hokey in the beginning to others and if it only ever reaches the depressing heights of a travel blog then yes, it might be, but a lot of things sound hokey in the beginning and it's not a fucking travel blog.

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BradEarth Published May 22, 2025

The name had been in my head for a long time 'BradEarth'

It was on that train journey from San Francisco to Los Angeles that 'BradEarth' kept entering my mind.

Through America, California, and into Mexico BradEarth entered my blood, my bones. My soul. My fucking being.

And suddenly I loved something, so of course the OCD machine turned on and went to work to try and destroy it. Scanning and searching, A/B testing, all to find something to end it.

BradEarth - Google Earth - Google Earth is just a part of Google, therefore BradEarth could be viewed as just a part of you, not the whole thing, it won't be seen as representative of the whole…

Earth - it's limiting, Earth, what about the rest of existence, hey!...

BradEarth - just some hokey blog-sounding name…

There's a difference between healthily searching for problems and solving those problems and what OCD does, I had an answer for each of the concerns I legitimately had -

Well Google Earth can be Google Earth and similar things can be similar things, BradEarth represents a mix of reality and fantasy, non-fiction and fiction and is something different from that kind of use of the word Earth, the connection without a space to the Brad also signifies that.

Earth doesn't have to be limiting. And this is BradEarth, not Earth, it can mean a planet or it can mean a superfast vehicle storming through the infinite and it can be the infinite, all at the same time.

It can sound hokey in the beginning to others and if it only ever reaches the depressing heights of a travel blog then yes, it might be, but a lot of things sound hokey in the beginning and it's not a fucking travel blog.

...continue reading

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