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Mowl
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Go to 12.00 in that video - but try not to puke all over your screen.
Mowl, do you think that a ginormous bowl of ice is strictly necessary?
Your hero Yaxley is probably wondering where his cheeseburger and fries are.
He's as common as the garden muck outside The Pig & Foil Inn just off the N32.
As you are yourself, you sad bastard.
You've been guessing for a long time, Jimmy - but you still haven't hit paydirt, have you?
Besides, you chose Australia - the land of giant bounding rats and endless deserts.
No wonder Fishtix finds you so amusing.
Mowl
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Yaxley - it's your hero 'Tommy Robinson's' real name.
That and a hyphen to Lennon, innit.
Don't you think it a bit cowardly that he's so outspoken under a fake name but says nothing under his real name? That's a lot like you, Jimmy. You claim to be a hardcore Oasis fan, but by now we all know that that's just a cover for your actual taste in music, listed as follows:
The Bangles
All Saints
Yazz
Susanna Huffs
Cyndi Lauper
The Nolan Sisters
Though not necessarily in that order.
We also noted that you posted a song by The Beatles yesterday.
They're the very chaps the Oasis brothers made a career out of ripping off.
All your heroes are losers, Jimmy.
You yourself are a loser, Jimmy.
What's it like being an unbearable fucking bore, Jimmy?
You do know that the only way from here is up, right?
Oh yeah I forgot - you can't read
So, the operative word, in your three word sentence that I replied to..
..was 'hero' (I've highlighted it in bold as a visual aid)
Mowl
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Heh-heh!
Yeah, that's right.
Sure thing, kid.
See?
You read every single word of every post I've ever made.
You fancy me, isn't it.
Good man.
The only way is up, Jimmy - for you and me.
Now?
Whenever, actually.
What's your favourite song by All Saints?
Is it that one with the 'never-ever, ever never, never-never, never ever..'?
You're an owner of a forum with a few members that nobody cares about, not the editor of the Irish Independent. Get a grip of yourself.
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Well?
Mowl
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Very well, thank you.
I'm always well, Jimmy - I live in the world's happiest country, with the world's most beautiful ladies. What's not to like? How about you? Still finding it difficult to find a woman you can actually fuck with your eyes open and no paper bag over her head? It used to depress me way back when I still existed on the shitty little island. One hottie in every hundred Irish girls, not exactly rick pickings for a lover like me. But I did okay, I dated some of Ireland's most beautiful girls: models, actresses, fellow musicians. But eventually Dublin tends to become rather predictable, especially in my line of work. Clubs, bars, festivals, you name it.
Even the lookers tended to bore me; like they knew they were the exception and wanted to milk it.
Not on my watch though.
Nordic ladies are much less needy and far more interesting.
So yeah - all in all, I'm extremely well.
I hope that doesn't fuck up your day too much?
It makes me sad that you won't answer a question..
Why is
Mowl
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Then may I suggest you get yourself an actual life, Seamus?
Because he's cute?
Or maybe he has a bigger langer than yours and that impresses you?
Because you like a thick British accent - it reminds you of home?
Tell us, has anyone on the kiddie site fallen into your badly illuminated rabbit-holes yet?
No?
What a jip, eh.
Mowl
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Sure thing, Kid.
Whatever you say.
Just one thing: can you shout a bit louder?
I can't hear what the fuck you're saying from way down in that hole you dug yourself.
You're a good boy.
You can take a cookie.
Just one though.
Life really is dragging you down, eh.
I don't think there's anything of any value or worth you can do, Jimmy.
You might as well just kill yourself and get it over with.
So jimmy, did you stay home last night? Oh, wait - don't bother answering that: I saw your work over on the kiddie site. You were in all night. For a change, innit. It's just that my mate Ian's new documentary had its first screening in Ireland last night at The Lighthouse Cinema and the U2 lads were all there to check it out. It's been nominated for a whole bunch of awards. Like every other film he's made.
It must really suck being a terminal fan of a band who don't even know you exist.
I've met all the members at one stage or another. Best of all was visiting Clayton's Rathfarnham estate: a sprawling and fully enclosed estate with exceptional landscaping and a number of very rare trees (some of which are the only type in the country) with a long drive up to the front door from the remotely controlled gates. Clayton's younger brother Sebastian is also a bass player, his old band Moby Dick and mine did a few tours together way back in the previous century. Anyway, another mate of mine was delivering an order to him while Adam was away on tour and he invited me along. Amazing house: more like a museum than a home in that there's so much art of every kind all over the place.
Sebastian lived in a self-contained apartment in the basement (there are a number of similar apartments) which was next to Adam's studio. Lovely spread, his collectable guitars were all lined up on the rear wall. Fucking amazing. The kitchen has a Guinness fridge, another for Bollinger, and another for general yellow beers. They're stocked fully at all times, so we tried this and that over few spliffs, then Seb took us upstairs to see the house. His jacks on the main floor has all of his school-days shit framed on the walls, including letters sent to his parents warning them that their son wasn't even remotely interested in schoolwork, but rather had his head filled with music. Next to it was his first suspension from school. Next to that were a few letters he wrote himself (pretending to be his own teachers) telling his Ma and Da how brilliant a musician he was.
Hilarious, really.
So anyway, Ian mentioned he was flying in for the screening, so he's likely out in Greystones at the family house, another sprawling estate his own parents designed and had built for them. Another house for the eldest son who lives on the estate too. Their next door neighbour is/was Anglo's Seanie Fitzpatrick. A right cunt, like yourself. Their own house is much nicer then Seanie's, mind.
So yeah: when Ian gets on to me, I'll ask how the after-party went (the screening is for invited guests only) because he has to whizz back to Montreal for another screening over there. Ever seen any of Guggi's errr, 'work'? No? He's shite. Last exhibition of his I bothered to go to (for the red wine and canapes) was a show of pencil sketches of kitchen pots and pans, jugs and teapots, cups and saucers. I looked at a few of them and lost interest. Then Clayton arrived.
He took a copy of the intro sheet and another of red stickers, then walked through the three rooms (The Kerlin Gallery, Dawson Street - no relation to Jambo) putting the red stickers next to the script beneath each painting. he basically bought about a dozen large pieces without even looking at them. Then left. This is how they take care of their 'friends' - buy their art even if it's shite.
But anyway, when the documentary is released (he took it to BBC/Ch4 - not RTE) I'll have a copy soon after.
I'll give it a whizz and let you know if I like it.
If I feel like it.
Until then, feel the warmth of receiving a post from the Mowl - who has at some point met all of your heroes and found them all to be vacuous arseholes.
But sure at least I have a life, eh Jimmy.
