I was wandering down a side street in Dubalin this morning. All about fishwives were displaying their wares; drunks were ambling back to their locals from the night before; junkies were-a-fixing in the shadow of their god the Spire. Music was coming from shops, shopping bags wet with rain created rainbows in my soul.
It was a beautiful Dubalin day, then I heard something I thought I would never hear in my life… Turn head sideways. Kinda sounds like Cleveland Brown (just close your eyes, it won’t hurt).
thanks to a pig who supplied this video to me… he later got all Jacques Brel and wouldn’t talk to me.
that hurts. Makes you feel that you chose the wrong god and got punished.