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Friday 27 March 2009

This week I was mostly...

This week I was mostly loving the internet and all the delights contained therein. This new found love for the information super highway was brought on by the lovely people at Scanwiches - "Scans of sandwiches for education and delight." It does exactly what it says on the tin. So strangely awesome, it's hard not to just sit there and stare at them. That's right I sit alone in my darkened room staring at pictures of sandwiches. Don't judge me.....

This week I was mostly listening to music from ye olden days, the late 80's and early 90's that is. Well you cant sit and stare at scans of sandwiches without a soundtrack. I have mainly been enjoying the tweely lovely pop of Ireland's own, The Would Be's and as a contrast the dark and moody post-punk of The Chameleons. Both bands were responsible in their own ways for helping to lead me out of the velvet garden of Gothdom. They were my musical methadone if you will. Finding new music and turning away from the faux doom and introversion of The Fields of The Nephilim, The Sisters of mercy, Christian Death et al was step one of the de-gothification programme. It's a 666 step programme.

Like any alcoholic you are never really cured of your gothness and sometimes you have to fight really hard the urge to dress from head to toe in black velvet whilst slapping the girlfriend's lippy on over your lips and whole lip area a la Fat Bob Smith. But I fight that urge because being a goth is so crap it's not true, still better than being a hippy or a mod but still crap all the same. And imagine the horror of being served by a goth waiter, "You want some dead cow, oh the waste of life.....I'm really a vampire that's why I work at night." Hmpf, on body wants that. My name is Manuel and I am a recovering goth, it's been fifteen years since my last act of gothness.



The Chameleons - Monkeyland.

This week I was mostly poking my uneducated nose into Leftovers. Not the remains of diners dinners you understand, although I am no stranger to the half eaten steak - wipe it, bless it, eat it and scrape the rest into the bin. No, I refer to course to the "small arts focused magazine" based in Manchester. I wondered at first how small the art was, were we talking stamp sized art but soon realised I had just read it wrong. Sake. The current issue features a fantastically silly, and I mean that in the nicest way, story by Natalie Doris Irvine on her weekly flights onboard a "spaceship." Heh. There are also illustrations by Belfast's answer to Del Boy and massive beard aficionado, Ryan Darragh. It's a lovely little read and I recommend it to everybody who likes yer art in a smal and compact format.

Get your noses into some Leftovers, whether it be the half eaten food of strangers or a small arts magazine, and have a lovely weekend.

Ta Ta.....

23 People trying to get Manuel's attention:

Megan McGurk said...

What's the news on the puppy?
Have any leads on the pooch you're adopting?

Manuel said...

medbh: it's never ending...we spent sometime looking last week but it;s a problem for the two of us being off at the same time....and we want to do it together...the Jack Russell is off the table now though...long story

Anonymous said...

"Das ist der Anfang einer wunderbaren Freundschaft ..."
Hm, yes, I like your blog, and if you do not mind, I'll drop in time by time ...

Manuel said...

mago: right back at you.....mind? I insist.....I'll make tea next time....

Anonymous said...

Thank you, that is nice. 'til later.

wendysito said...

You never offered me tea. I must seem like some kind of tart hanging around here..

I just can't help myself.

The Hangar Queen said...

Fields of the Nephilim?
Sisters of Mercy?

You've been rummaging around in the CDs in my car haven't you?

Just a splash of milk and no sugar in mine. Ta very much.

The Mistress said...

Is this Mago's first time?

Be gentle.

Barlinnie said...

I once spent several days sitting alone in a room licking the cyanide fae the wallpaper in a Victorian boarding house behind the oul Cathedral Quarter.

I would have KILLED for some leftover sangwitches, or even the odd leg of a Goth.

Luckily it never did any real lasting ha..ha..HARM.. to my mind.

Unknown said...

But Manuel, you must learn to love and cherish your inner Goth. Hold it. Stroke it (with a black-mittened hand). Protect it from the vicissitudes of the waiting world. Because, for every Ronan Keating we need 1,000 Goths to brighten things up.

Anonymous said...

Proof reading is your friend.

Manuel said...

mago: oh no the pleasure is all mine...

wendy: would you like some tea? eh? maybe a little bun? mmmm,a little bun too?

hangar queen: ah happy days eh.....Irish breakfast tea or Earl Grey?

mj: he never stay round enough to get a good going over

jimmy: oh my...but then again who hasn't ?

conan: oh Conan I'm not so sure.....plus you are enabling me.......I can see you standing there with a copy of first and last and always and a black velvet kaftan.....get behind me santa!

Niamh: crikey...thought that said poof......which I thought to be a little forward......but hello, welcome....tea?

Kitty Catastrophe said...

Aw, my 17 year old self was a bit partial to gothyness, although I smiled a lot so I wasn't very good at it...

I too would take some tea if its on the go..

Anonymous said...

The Neph? jez!
I'm afraid i'm more likely to bake with flour these days...

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a good week overall. I have an inner hippie who drives me nuts sometimes.

Red Leeroy said...

As long as you are not writing goth poetry everything will be ok.

Old Knudsen said...

A fat middle aged angry Goth, it could be a new trend.

Anonymous said...

Manuel...goth eh? Was that like dressing up and looking like a vampire? My you have changed.....thank heavens!

Manuel said...

what time is it? who? wh? tea? sake......get your own I'm pooped....

-- said...

The scanwiches side is amazing. I'm very easily entertained by food apparently...

savannah said...

lovely! thanks for the tips, sugar! *giggling*




(ok, that was a pissant attempt at humor...lie to me, tell me you laughed!)

Queen of Denial said...

I was the worlds crappest goth, with my happy smile and ruddy cheeks. sake. I was chased away from the front of the city hall, though only a wee way, because the other goths realised the futility of it all round about Boots.

Native Minnow said...

Some people stare at online porn, others stare at sandwiches. To each his own.