Nothings ever gonna bring you down.
I’ve never been one for singer songwriters as 1 – I don’t listen to lyrics and 2 – They all sound the same to me. So while in the Button Factory last night imagine my delight when I was treated to 3! Briana Corrigan sounded like someone who could do a voice for a kids cartoon but at least she sang softly enough so we could talk during the songs. Then there was Deaf Joe whose talking bits between songs were more charming than his music and at least he admited that he’d rather us be at home listening to the mp3’s rather than watching him live. He even called out his email so we could get the songs off him, a nice guy indeed and there were folks in the audience for sure that appreciated the gesture. Fionn Regan, again I got bored after a while as the tunes sounded like a blend of all of 5 Dylan tracks I’m familiar with. Snore.
Then it was off the ALT and thank god for this group of Wexford lads. They singlehandedly saved an ailing night and gave the arse end of Saturday a good shot of insulin. Adebisi Shank are an instrumental trio and you kind of expect some unwashed nutter in a sleeveless Pantera t-shirt to start screaming over them. These 3 boys must piss out Red Bull, the energy and precision playing was a joy to watch and make sure you do just that if you get a chance.
In 7 years 100 million pairs of these beauties have been sold but after over saturating the market Crocs are in deep doo doo. I remember seeing whole families at holiday resorts sporting these foam clogs and shop shelves were stacked with them, next to the inflable lilos and rings. I think wearing them makes it look like you should have a carer with you. Please excuse another lengthy absense, due to technical difficulties and not being arsed.
Admittedly the closest I came to playing Guitar Hero was in a mates gaf, I was all set to unleash my raw and untapped talent by delivering power chords galore with a plastic Gibson Les Paul with green, red and blue buttons in place of strings. He couldn’t get it to work. Despite this, I saw the point. Air guitar, as everyone knows, is one of the most fun ways to release that pent-up rock n’ roll energy without possessing a shred of any musical talent. Guitar Hero lets you pick up a guitar and gives you the feeling of being able to play to the song. DJ Hero is set for release soon and I just can’t imagine how this could be much fun. DJing on real decks, CD or Vinyl or Virtual, is already like a game with loads of mad buttons and effects to play with. Surely Djing a gaf party with your mates is more craic than doing the ‘wicky-wicky’ on front of a telly.
For the slag who likes to be prepared. All you need in this ‘devilishly black’ case when you want to score some randomer in his own back yard. Mints, refreshing wipe, shampoo, shower gel, tooth brush and paste, make-up remover, nail file, cotton buds and pads, moisturiser, condoms and energy slabs. Available from Prezzies for Princesses.
Azumi & David are flogging these rolls of ‘body tape’ that you can use to accessorize with for about €13. Imagine…you lost your watch or bracelet when you were rubber last night but it doesn’t matter because you have a whole roll of them! If the rolls were thicker and softer on the rear I know exactly what I’d do with it. As for the stick-on sunglasses? Pointless, not novel, kack and probably don’t even have a UV filter. Tsk.
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The quest for magic fancy pants continues. I loved the way when I was a kid I had things like Bart Simpson, Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles, skidmarks and footballs on my underwear. However you get older and think classy Dolce & Gabanna and nice Calvin Kleins are what the object of your affection wants to see. Well do you know what I think? FUCK THEM. Ginch Gonsh are right with me in the war against boring, humdrum and ordinary underwear. Their tagline is “Regardless of your inches, we cover you in our Ginches!” That could refer to waist size, I dunno. And I’m not just talking to the dudes, they do a women’s line to. The post I did a while back on Ed Hardy trunks didn’t seem to sway all the laydeez because they were apparently too loud but loud can also be sexy and alluring goddamnit. Just bear with me a second while I do an experiment, ok girls…click on this little button and visualize the bedroom scenario, close your eyes and think of your bloke wearing one of the above. Eh? Eh? Ooooh yes, that’s how the magic happens.
Most folk have realised that Valentines day is a big Hallmark joke and the lads have copped on that buying half-dead flowers from Aldi is the way to go. One year I got a card and a pair of size 14 knickers doused is cheapo perfume stuffed inside an envelope. I would have loved to get these durty and ’shockingly delicious’ love heart sweets instead. Only a fiver from Hen Night HQ.












