Month: April 2009

I’ve got a square old heart and no-one makes the parts that I need.

I had forgotten how plain ugly the people are that go out clubbing in Belfast on a Saturday night.  It’s horrible.  It’s depressing.  And it’s raining so they look ever worse as they queue outside the M Club, dripping under their see-through blouses and Ben Shermans…

Oh well, rant over.

You put peanut butter in your hair to attract small birds which you promptly eat.

Cut-throats Nine? Ghost in the Invisible Bikini?

No pongas las manos sobre las puertas, te expones a una magulladura.