Comments on: Bling Of Truth

By: VincentH

VincentH — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 08:40:29 +0000

ha, back in them days the Bulmers was the bottom of the barrel.

By: Sweary

Sweary — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 08:20:27 +0000

Hint: It wasn’t really gold. But other than that, I have always had expensive taste. No Linden Village shite for me!

And like all good Irish girleens, I nurtured my Bulmers habit with hefty babysitting contracts.

By: VincentH

VincentH — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 07:33:57 +0000

where on earth did 15yo’s get the dosh for huge lumps of gold and develop a taste for fermented fruit juice. Was that cousin tea total them days.

By: Sweary

Sweary — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 19:17:07 +0000

Kappa? Inconceiveable!

When I was fifteen, they sponsored Man City. I was strictly United, me. Ryan Giggs – what a hotpot.

By: Jimmy Bastard

Jimmy Bastard — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 19:11:46 +0000

I see Sweary as more of a Kappa-kid masel. Chewing bubbly-gum, necking Lambrusco, and of course.. gobbing on the pavement.

Nothings changed..

By: Sweary

Sweary — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 12:42:47 +0000

Indeed. I used to have a lovely Nike tracksuit and all. Still, I turned out alr… Hmm.

Flann, whichever morality tales you’ve carried into adulthood surely were written by Edgar Allen Poe and featured many crows and other such ominous omens. I’d bet my Argos hoopy earrings on it.

By: LinziMG

LinziMG — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 10:51:12 +0000

Hah that was totally mu mum’s shop you were standing outside, yeah I remember ‘your’ type… skanger birds.

By: Flann O'Coonassa

Flann O'Coonassa — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 09:56:31 +0000

I recall a bloody and lasting turf-war that played out in my ‘hood’ when I was a teen. My gang (Jets) felt that a fresh-off-the-boat immigrant gang (Sharks) were encroaching upon our territory. Coincidentally, all members of both gangs had at least 6 years tap, 8 years classical jazz, and a smidgen of ballet.

The ante was upped when my cousin Tony fell in love with the sister of the Shark’s leader. Maria, was her name. If memory serves, she had a face like a smacked arse and a mouth on her like a fishmonger’s oul’ one.

Things came to a head the night of our all-out rumble. I’ve never seen such an orgy of coordinated, balletic violence. Some stabbing ensued, a few deaths, a lot of pirouetting, and though we mourned our losses, I think the morality tale we carried into adulthood was worth the collateral damage.

Certainly, I know I learned a lesson that night: people whose skin is marginally different than yours, might stab you if you don’t stab them first.

By: Fat Sparrow

Fat Sparrow — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 09:07:02 +0000

Pretty much like this, but with more overhead waving and with "Bela Lugosi's Dead" playing in the background. And with feeling, because we were goth, dammit. Run DMC dancing is more like an epileptic fit, goth dancing is like drowning in slow motion. Yeah, that's pretty much it.

By: Sweary

Sweary — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 08:43:19 +0000

I don’t know what wavy-armed goth girl dancing is. I demand some sort of demonstration.

I doubt somehow that it would have smote your enemies, which was how the Run DMC-style dance-offs we had worked. Bloody glorious, they were. Y’all.