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Electricity said:
Is that why you were up late (for you) on Saturday night the Mowl, to see who won the LGBT+vision?
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Are you completely fucking mad?

Why would a professional musician be watching such an insult to the arts in general?

Fuck no.

Electricity said:
And to think that the Eurovision Song Contest was the birthplace of the greatest pop group in the known universe.
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I have no argument with you there: the only worthwhile thing the Eurovision ever did was give ABBA to the world. Finnish TV showed a few documentaries about the band, their history, the fame years, Australia, the endless touring that drove Agnetha (the single best piece of ass out of Sweden - bar Camilla Henemark) to quit to be with her daughter.

When they did the multi-night stint at (I think) The Albert Hall, the guest list was priceless:

Page and Plant, Bonham, Daltrey, Townsend, you name it.

They went backstage for the after party and there's a classic shot of Townsend with his head in hands, utterly floored.

But as for ABBA, I was on a cruise with herself a few years back and we joined a table to chat. Abba came up in the conversation (you haven't lived until you've seen what happens on a Baltic cruise when the DJ drops 'Dancing Queen'. Seriously. The lid's gone altogether. Anyway, some young girl said to me that she preferred Frida's voice to Agnetha's. So I pointed out the error there:

'Her name isn't Frida, it's Anna-Frid'.

No, her name is Frida. Definitely.

'Nope, Anna-Frid, look it up'.

No, everyone knows it's Frida.

'Well, if that was the case, wouldn't they be called ABFA instead?'

Another cracker is the fact that the Sex Pistol's roadie/tour manager carried a boom-box with him and had only one song repeated multiple times on a cassette. That one song was 'Dancing Queen'. Urban myth/legend or not, pretty fucking cool bananas there.

I was a kid when ABBA were the top band in the world, but I adored Agnetha's ass.

They packed a punch live too, remember these guys weren't pepped up on dope. They did their vocal exercises, brought some honey tea and water out with them, killed every venue they played and remained generally sober and above the bullshit that followed them everywhere. Hell of a band too, some of the best players ever out of Sweden. They had an edgier side to them, and tracks like this (from the Australian movie) weren't exactly highlighted even though this one's a fucking bullet to your head.

Just listen to the backing vocal arrangement?

Even with half a dozen backing singers, the two girls left them in the shade. The sudden shift to minor from major all turning on odd bars where, if you miss a beat, you're out. There's no climbing back on the train - it's long gone. This video's time-stamped. The preceding song that segues into it is 'I'm A Marionette' but this rarely played one is pretty fucking intense for a showband:



'Get On The Carousel' Pretty fucking hot for a Eurovision band, eh.

There are prog rock bands out there who couldn't deliver the intensity these guys can.
 
Mowl said:
Are you completely fucking mad?

Why would a proper ofessional musician be watching such an insult to the arts in general?
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Because you have nothing better to do on a Saturday night than watch telly (or any other night for that matter)? 🤔

Mowl said:
I have no argument with you there: the only worthwhile thing the Eurovision ever did was give ABBA to the world. Finnish TV showed a few documentaries about the band, their history, the fame years, Australia, the endless touring that drove Agnetha (the single best piece of ass out of Sweden - bar Camilla Henemark) to quit to be with her daughter.

When they did the multi-night stint at (I think) The Albert Hall, the guest list was priceless:

Page and Plant, Bonham, Daltrey, Townsend, you name it.

They went backstage for the after party and there's a classic shot of Townsend with his head in hands, utterly floored.
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Mowl said:
But as for ABBA, I was on a cruise with herself a few years back and we joined a table to chat. Abba came up in the conversation (you haven't lived until you've seen what happens on a Baltic cruise when the DJ drops 'Dancing Queen'. Seriously. The lid's gone altogether.
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Mowl said:
Anyway, some young girl said to me that she preferred Frida's voice to Agnetha's. So I pointed out the error there:
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Mowl said:
'Her name isn't Frida, it's Anna-Frid'.

No, her name is Frida. Definitely.

'Nope, Anna-Frid, look it up'.

No, everyone knows it's Frida.

'Well, if that was the case, wouldn't they be called ABFA instead?'
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Fair enough. Good point.

Your interlocutor could have continued though with - Who the f*ck would name their band "ABFA" (instead of ABBA)??

But that's just me, I can win arguments even when I'm wrong (which I never am anyway so it doesn't really matter)

Mowl said:
Another cracker is the fact that the Sex Pistol's roadie/tour manager carried a boom-box with him and had only one song repeated multiple times on a cassette. That one song was 'Dancing Queen'. Urban myth/legend or not, pretty fucking cool bananas there.

I was a kid when ABBA were the top band in the world, but I adored Agnetha's ass.

They packed a punch live too, remember these guys weren't pepped up on dope. They did their vocal exercises, brought some honey tea and water out with them, killed every venue they played and remained generally sober and above the bullshit that followed them everywhere. Hell of a band too, some of the best players ever out of Sweden. They had an edgier side to them, and tracks like this (from the Australian movie) weren't exactly highlighted even though this one's a fucking bullet to your head.

Just listen to the backing vocal arrangement?

Even with half a dozen backing singers, the two girls left them in the shade. The sudden shift to minor from major all turning on odd bars where, if you miss a beat, you're out. There's no climbing back on the train - it's long gone. This video's time-stamped. The preceding song that segues into it is 'I'm A Marionette' but this rarely played one is pretty fucking intense for a showband:



'Get On The Carousel' Pretty fucking hot for a Eurovision band, eh.

There are prog rock bands out there who couldn't deliver the intensity these guys can.
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I wonder what it was like for the brunette, I mean she's obviously not unattractive or anything.. but if you're next to Agneta.. Well, let's just say that 9 out of 10 cats heterosexual men's eyes are mostly gonna be on the blonde..

 
I see they've shut down The Portal over on North Earl Street.

And that's why you can't have nice things.

Up here we have twenty-three degrees in the sun with a balmy breeze rolling in off the sea. This weekend is the first of many free street festivals, and Arabia will be closed off to traffic so they can set up multiple stages for live shows alongside some performance art, second hand markets, private stalls for each family to sell off excess items, lots of street food, my man Pete and his Big Bols (big inflatable balloons you climb into and bounce off each other) the farmer's market, garden herbs and flowers, homemade foods and drinks (no alcohol, supposedly) and it all goes on until well into the wee hours.

Living in the happiest country in the world is very tiring: there's so much to enjoy, do, see, and visit - it just never ends.

Living in the happiest country in the world is even happier when the weather turns exactly as predicted/expected and the sun blazes down on us.

Wish you were here to see it.
 
My cousin joined a group of his mates and their families and between them, clubbed together for an apartment of their own on one of the Spanish islands, though I can't recall which one. They paid a lump sum, got a lawyer to draw up a contract, they share the mortgage and every family has a timetable they arrange among themselves so that every gets a few holidays every year in the sun.

These lads aren't going down there for the culture either: they're all in it for the laughs and the craic. With budget airlines tickets being so cheap and cheerful, it's actually paying off because the costs in Spain are far lower than in Ireland, especially the boozing culture, which is what they're there for. Sunshine, cheap food, cheap drinks, beach time, suntan, dancing, and not having to fork out thirty euros for two pints and a packet of peanuts.

Another friend up here was telling me that she and her lifelong friend have decided to buy a place of their own up here in Finland. Two ladies, neither married but both open minded, want to try out a new model of shared housing in order to keep the costs sensible. Again, clear legal lines must be adhered to but in general I think it's a great idea. Maybe blokes would find it harder to share with each other - especially Irish lads: they'd be at each other's throats within a few days.

Ibiza's too fucked to fix - that law's never going to work.

At least not in the tourist's mind.
 
Spain seems to attract a different type of tourist than say France or Italy...or at least coastal Spain does. The holidaying culture within France for instance seems to be much more conservative and family-orientated by comparison.

Can't really blame the Spaniards for getting annoyed at having to wake up every morning only to find piss and puke outside their front doors. Yet Ibiza etc. might at the same time be shooting itself in the foot economically with such legislation. Maybe they want to have their cake and eat it too...but if it were me I'd chose a little poverty + peace of mind in my local community over having to constantly deal with yobos.
 
I like that in the French model, every man deserves a holiday away from home: hence all the camping parks up and down the country. I stayed in loads of them on that epic nine-week driving trip to the Atlas Mountains in Morocco. We set off from Dublin over to Holyhead and then the run down to Southampton and another car ferry over to France. We'd drive through the night and save our days for arrival into a campsite, set up the tent, have a swim, shower, and then into town to taste the local delectables. Take off again the next day and cover a few hundred miles at leisure and arrive at the next camp.

We did that all through France and spent about a week driving and camping.

Then we hot Spain: neither of us are fans of the culture so we drove through as fast as we could down to Gibraltar, then the ferry over into Ceuta, Spanish Morocco. Up into the mountains and man the view was sprawling, never seen anything like it. Drove up to the summit to Chefchaouen, an amazing little town on the mountain top, non-stop twenty-four hours a day action. Four different cultures of people bringing their wares to market at all hours of the day. The one constant thing that was practically a time-keeper was the call to prayer: fuck me, but it sounds even more amazing when it's being sung from the mountaintops. never had so much as a nasty word from anyone. Felt perfectly safe day and night, and me barefoot with a light cotton/linen suit in salmon pink (no shirt either) for dinner in the evenings. Stayed there for seven weeks including a foray into Algeria on foot with a tribe of Berbers, and another time I went over the top and down into the Sahara to spend a night with nothing bar a sleeping bag and a bottle of wine.

No problems, no hassle, and very safe to approach the camel trains to ask for a ride back over the mountains; lovely people, very kind, very vocal too.

When the trip was up, we started the drive back home giving ourselves one week to leave north Africa and arrive in Dublin before closing time one week later where we had a date. Or at least I did. We made it too, drove straight into the city and parked (illegally) and went into Kehoe's pub and announced our return. Pints of Guinness never tasted so good. That's also when we realized how dark our skin was: I looked like a darkie myself.

Great trip, once in a lifetime and worth every moment.
 
Let us know how you get on.

Jambo hasn't had sex since jaze knows when - give him something to dwell on, will ya Missus?
 
Oy vey!

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Ahh, I see now: you picked those poop-eating, toilet bowl-licking pictures from Arsefield's.

They love that kind of thing over there - it's a pity you were booted out for being a stupid cunt, isn't it?
 
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