Origins

[AN4]

There's probably a better picture of Mowl but for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about..

Mowl (in the gay stance, second from the left):

Russell:

 

[Mowl]

Yes, the silly haircut is actually one of the things I thought about but there's more..

Err, the whole fucking point of it is that he DOESN'T HAVE a fucking haircut: he has an unkempt and tangled mess on his head.

People with 'haircuts' don't have messy heads, you dumb and bald old coot.

Nope. Full head of hair (mostly still coloured in)

Still coloured in?

What the fuck are you?

A colouring book with a hump?

 

[Mowl]

Taken back in 2008 by the ex-wife, in our/my kitchen which I converted into a photo studio for the day.

That's Jukka out front: keys, piano, vocals (Finnish Exterior Junior Diplomat: Geneva)

Back row, L/R:

Antti - Bass (Finnish army field lieutenant)
Mowl - Drums, Percussion, Saxophone, Vocals, Producer (Irish scamp)
Mikko - Guitar, Vocals, Percussion (Professor of Theology, Helsinki University)
Marko - Lead Guitar, Vocals, Trumpet (Finnish army sniper/tank engineer)

As you can see for yourself: we still have a large following even though we stopped working together in 2015.
We'd all love to pull it back together but I've always resisted the temptation: it was a special time for all of us, but it's in the past.
Each of us have taken steps in different directions since then and to reform for a reunion would have to be very tempting financially.

But thanks anyway for reminding me.

They were very happy days.

Like today.

Another happy day, in the world's happiest country.

 

[AN4]

Here's another one of Mowl in which he's trying to look like Russell..

I think he looks more like Sideshow Bob or Krusty the Clown to be quite honest..

 

[Mowl]

Like I said, Jambo: the girlies in the Sisters Of Mercy schools across Dublin had a competition wherein all the schoolboys of the same age (around 15yrs) were judged and picked and I was included. They voted me: 'Most Beautiful Boy In Dublin' twice. Not the sexiest. Not the most rugged. Not the smelliest, and not the ugliest. Not the best ball player. Not the best Runner. Or student, or high jumper.

Rather 'The Most Beautiful Boy In Dublin' category.

Twice.

You can see why: I'm around twenty-two in that photo you just nicked and posted here - to annoy me.

See how *annoyed I am?

* who wouldn't like to be the most beautiful boy anywhere?​

 

[AN4]

Err, the whole fucking point of it is that he DOESN'T HAVE a fucking haircut: he has an unkempt and tangled mess on his head.

Why not?

Furthermore, 'hair cut' and 'hairstyle' are synonymous.. Hair cut being more masculine

People with 'haircuts' don't have messy heads, you dumb and bald old coot.



Still coloured in?

What the fuck are you?

A colouring book with a hump?

 

[Mowl]

Why not?

Not what?

Furthermore, 'hair cut' and 'hairstyle' are synonymous.. Hair cut being more masculine

Jimmy, I don't use barber shops or hair salons like you have to.

Besides, if you think having your 'hair cut' is more masculine than me letting my dreadlocks fall all over me, then you're most likely a faggot.

Which hair salon do you prefer?
Do they also do massages?
Wax bikini lines?
Nipple hair removal?
Happy endings afterwards?
How about hair gel?
Dye/bleach?
Mop-top?
Hipster?
Shave?
Fade?


How about hats, Iago?

Own a few hats, do you?

Umbrellas?

Helmets?

Apart from being one, that is.

 

[AN4]

Not what?

Jimmy, I don't use barber shops or hair salons like you have to.

Besides, if you think having your 'hair cut' is more masculine than me letting my dreadlocks fall all over me, then you're most likely a faggot.

lol Straight off the bat - he simply can't read for comprehension

Which hair salon do you prefer?
Do they also do massages?
Wax bikini lines?
Nipple hair removal?
Happy endings afterwards?
How about hair gel?
Dye/bleach?
Mop-top?
Hipster?
Shave?
Fade?


How about hats, Iago?

Own a few hats, do you?

Umbrellas?

Helmets?

Apart from being one, that is.

 

[AN4]

Taken back in 2008 by the ex-wife, in our/my kitchen which I converted into a photo studio for the day.

That's Jukka out front: keys, piano, vocals (Finnish Exterior Junior Diplomat: Geneva)

Back row, L/R:

Antti - Bass (Finnish army field lieutenant)
Mowl - Drums, Percussion, Saxophone, Vocals, Producer (Irish scamp)
Mikko - Guitar, Vocals, Percussion (Professor of Theology, Helsinki University)
Marko - Lead Guitar, Vocals, Trumpet (Finnish army sniper/tank engineer)

As you can see for yourself: we still have a large following even though we stopped working together in 2015.
We'd all love to pull it back together but I've always resisted the temptation: it was a special time for all of us, but it's in the past.
Each of us have taken steps in different directions since then and to reform for a reunion would have to be very tempting financially.

No one cares about your pub band

But thanks anyway for reminding me.

They were very happy days.

Like today.

Another happy day, in the world's happiest country.

Like I said, Jambo: the girlies in the Sisters Of Mercy schools across Dublin had a competition wherein all the schoolboys of the same age (around 15yrs) were judged and picked and I was included. They voted me: 'Most Beautiful Boy In Dublin' twice. Not the sexiest. Not the most rugged. Not the smelliest, and not the ugliest. Not the best ball player. Not the best Runner. Or student, or high jumper.

Rather 'The Most Beautiful Boy In Dublin' category.

Relying on primary school girls to rate your attractiveness really hasn't got much going for it, I'm afraid

Twice.

You can see why: I'm around twenty-two in that photo you just nicked and posted here - to annoy me.

See how *annoyed I am?

* who wouldn't like to be the most beautiful boy anywhere?​

 

[Mowl]

lol Straight off the bat - he simply can't read for comprehension

So you DO get your groin waxed.

A nice Brazilian landing strip, no?

Dyed green?

 

[Mowl]

No one cares about your pub band

You do.

Relying on primary school girls to rate your attractiveness really hasn't got much going for it, I'm afraid

I'm beautiful.

Sorry.