Seems only yesterday I was living it up in the Big Smoke, Camden, Highbury, Shepherd's Bush...the best 'Orish folk in London...all of the best part of 40 years ago now, FFS!
Anyway, this takes me back to those times...think the Hammersmith gig was one where Shane fucked off half way through a song, pissed up and did not return. No one was happy in the crowd but the remaining Pogues did a decent set and me and my mate had two bottles of Teacher's whiskey to sup (uugghh, rough as fuck as I remember, but did not complain on the night) so a good night in the end. Shane, RIP you ald fucker...and sweetheart Kirsty!
?si=QwcRVm7Ez-TKVj8L"I won't dignify the attacker's words by repeating them, they are horrific and vile."
1986 was the year I graduated. Three years later I started nurse training as it took me that long to realise that being an arts grad impressed no-one. I only got interviews to provide an alibi for the phonies and cronies getting preferential treatment. Not that I'm bitter, mind. My beer swilling declined quite a bit by 1990 but that was because the nurse tutor liked red wine and I found that it went well with a spliff. Clio the cat, ?July 1997-1 May 2016 Kira the cat, ??2010-3 August 2018 Jasper the Ruffian cat ???-4 November 2021 Georgina the cat ?2006-4 December 2025 Toni the cat ?2005-25 March 2026
Tremendous. I sang that at a protest outside the US Embassy in Grosvenor Square once.
Everybody looked at me like I was mad. I was just bored. We spent many hours there and it didn't make a blind bit of difference. The feckers still bombed Iraq. Anyway, the Irish sing at the drop of a hat. It's one thing, among many, that I miss about being over here. My sister calls me a plastic Paddy.