BETAMAXNOMATES
'All she can do is dial and yell...'20041029
This is The News
Hello, and welcome to my new blog. I say new - I didn't have an old one, just a series of monologues running in my head now transferred to HTML. So welcome to the inside of my head. It's all spongy and warm in there. Take a seat.
I'm fairly certain that anyone who actually reads this will already be acquainted with me in The Real World so I'll skimp on the introductions.
I have a name, but won't be using it here for artistic distancing reasons, and because, basically, I don't trust you, or your people.
I live in a town called Celbridge which is a slum just outside Dublin. Most of my life's time is spent working, or rather attending my place of work - a department store in a chav shopping centre. It's like that concentration camp guy says: life is sweet.
In spare moments I make stuff up: lies mostly, but also music, graphics, conceptual art pieces, shit like that. I plan to use this blog thing to further inflict my art product on the world once I can procure a suitable host.
What else? I once shouted racist abuse at Chesney Hawkes in a pub toilet. I read stuff I find on the buses - working class newspapers and the like - and am wont to dispense useful psychological advice free of charge to my fellow patrons.
I'm at home today, catching up with my online persona and listening to Shakespeare's Sister. I love Siobhan Fahey and when I grow up I'm going to marry her.
I'm fairly certain that anyone who actually reads this will already be acquainted with me in The Real World so I'll skimp on the introductions.
I have a name, but won't be using it here for artistic distancing reasons, and because, basically, I don't trust you, or your people.
I live in a town called Celbridge which is a slum just outside Dublin. Most of my life's time is spent working, or rather attending my place of work - a department store in a chav shopping centre. It's like that concentration camp guy says: life is sweet.
In spare moments I make stuff up: lies mostly, but also music, graphics, conceptual art pieces, shit like that. I plan to use this blog thing to further inflict my art product on the world once I can procure a suitable host.
What else? I once shouted racist abuse at Chesney Hawkes in a pub toilet. I read stuff I find on the buses - working class newspapers and the like - and am wont to dispense useful psychological advice free of charge to my fellow patrons.
I'm at home today, catching up with my online persona and listening to Shakespeare's Sister. I love Siobhan Fahey and when I grow up I'm going to marry her.
Goodbye cruel world.
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