I’m feeling mental…Senti-mental


Last Christmas. Good times

As we await the end of the world, at least there’s still this. When I’m sitting in my dinner on Chrimblas Day, ready to stab a sibling with a wishbone and carefully keeping an eye on the volume of alco-liquid that will get me to bedtime, I will be humming ‘Fairytale of New York’ in my head. Best watched/listened to alone as adding one other person makes it feel like some kind of formal Irlanda ‘salute the flag’ event. If heard in a pub, it provokes a selfish reaction as you scowl at some pissed-up tit in a Chrimblas jumper, wanting to tell him, “I remember when this came out you little prick. You probably think the Killers are legends. Go to Arnotts for your Chrimblas music you dick.”

Anyways, It’s about the only thing worth looking forward to at Christmas. Everything else disappoints, except functional alcoholism. In this awkward time when people are worried about ‘other’ people saying Happy Holidays, taking the Christmas out of Christmas, worrying about a war on Christmas, just remember one thing: nobody is actually doing that. If someone says Happy Holidays to you, you can say Happy Christmas to them. They don’t care. Nobody cares. Muslims don’t care. Buddists don’t care. Evangelical Ewoks don’t care. Scientologists don’t care because they want your Pass Card. I don’t care.

There is no God. No evidence of its existence. No evidence that it doesn’t exist. No one knows. Nobody actually knows. So, if someone says Happy Christmas to you, you’ll probably go Happy Christmas back, despite you both dropping your religious education aged 12 and only go to a church for a wedding or a funeral. You say ‘bless you’ when someone sneezes. That embarrassed person usually mutters ‘thanks’ through soaking hands. They don’t actually think that your ‘bless you’ means that you are an ordained priest or are a dark wizard with healing powers. Fuck that and fuck you. Giving me a cold I don’t fucking want.

I once heard Ronan Keating singing this song. He won’t be doing that again.stretch-macgibbonxmas

forgotten music: the God Machine

these guys only put out two albums, because their drummer went and died. popped his clogs!

but if you can get the albums, they are amazing. Scenes from a Second Storey and One Last laugh in a Place of Dying

still an all, after seeing one or two top 50s, 100s or 1000s recently, I am firmly of the opinion that the years 2000-2009 have not been the best musically and I pity young people growing up with such a barrage of unfiltered music, yet¬†oddly, a complete lack of diversity. Weird, huh? With ipods and the internet, quality has suffered. Odd huh? Maybe the record companies were the guardian of what we listen too. Too far man, too fuckin far! Anyway, it’ll be a good few years til U2¬†splatter out a new album, so we’re safe for now! An by the way, will the Killers just fuck off. You are not as good as you think you are. Just shut up!

and here’s a peculiar promo that could only be made back in those crazy Northern Exposure, Twin Peaks, Alternative Nation ol 90s days



To quote Conor Graham from who lives in FACEBOOK “Well done John Delaney you embarrassing fuckwit. It’s like getting turned down for a kiss and then asking for a blowjob instead.”