Category archives: Political/Social
Songs for the Bewildered: The Place Where We All Intend To Die
Back in the fun-stuffed, joy-filled, gloriously utopian days of the early 1980s, three things seemed sure and certain. 1) Nuclear Armageddon was imminent and inevitable. It was 2 minutes to midnight and jttery fingers hovered over red buttons. We were… continue reading »
Images that Make Me Want to Cry: 5 – Ravish’d Brides of Unquietness
In the cavernous and deserted commercial spaces of ruined Ireland spirits linger. Grimacing spirits doom’d for an uncertain term to haunt the streets – dragging bags stuffed with ostentation & aspiration around like clanking chains. Exposed to the elements. Fading… continue reading »
Today is just another practice session for the cup final on Friday
So yesterday. It was one of those days of Fine Gael high drama and high-larity. Firstly, I got to “enjoy” George “Let the word go forth from this time and place…” Hook breathlessly eulogising Enda Kenny as a crusading warrior-cum-entrepreneur-cum-rugby-jock… continue reading »
O the goodly years that might have been — now desolate and bare!
After recently revisiting the retro/manky charms of “Old Maid” and its catalogue of ineligible bachelors, I did a quick search to see how the Old Maid herself, that icon of socially-unacceptable spinsterism, had fared down the years. The resulting image… continue reading »
Dream a Lidl Dream (a.k.a. I Could Probably Sell this to The Sindo)
Stepping through the doors of a Lidl, and stepping onto its puke-coloured tiles, is to step through a hell-portal, straight into a post-consumerist dystopia. Once upon a time, consumerist spaces (even humble supermarkets) were carefully designed to soothe, seduce and… continue reading »
Fucking the Man
Does rock no longer concern itself with bothering “The Man”? With frying The Man’s tiny little square brain? I mean, it used to be a war. A war we thought would rage for ever. Rawwwk VS The Man. Good VS… continue reading »
Images that Make Me Want to Cry: 4 – These are my Bitches
Men. They’re gas! Charming rogues one and all. They love WKD ads and Gladiator. Beer and war. Top Gear and Nuts (and hot lesbian twins). They’re cheeky! They’re chappy! They’re cunts! They don’t try to hide or disguise this cuntitude… continue reading »
