Can you feel the love? <3

I want to listen to eighties love songs all day and dance like the drunken fool that I am at Christmas discos.

Oh Simon!

'And I was travelling lightly, barefoot
over bedrock, then through lands that were stitched
with breadplant and camomile. Or was it

burdock. For a living I was driving
a river of goats towards clean water,
when one of the herd cut loose to a cave

on the skyline. To flush it out'

I first came across the work of Simon Armitage a few years ago. He is an English Poet and I think he's ammmmmmmazing. Ive never read something that so immediatly and intensely pulled on my heart strings. Not so long ago I acquired a collection of particular interest - Dead Sea Poems. His witty, often wicked humour is thought provoking yet peculiarly traditional:

'I shaped
a sling from a length of cotton bandage,
or was it a blanket, then launched a rock

at the target, which let out a racket -
the tell-tale sound of man-made objects.
Inside the cave like a set of skittles
stood a dozen caskets, and each one gasped -
a little theatrically perhaps'

The unpredicatble format demands attention and makes pauses unavoidable. Were reading the poem exactly the way Armitage intended.
The Poet is in his forties and lives in West Yorkshire. He still writes poetry but has dabbled in film, radio and television in recent years. To date, he has scripted four stage plays and two novels.

'when opened, then gave out a breath of musk

and pollen, and reaching down through cool sand
I found poems written in my own hand.
Being greatly in need of food and clothing,

and out of pockets, I let the lot go
for twelve times nothing, but saw them again
this spring, on public display, out of reach

under infra-red and ultra-sonic,
apparently worth an absolute packet.
Knowing now the price of my early art

I have gone some way towards taking it all
to heart, by bearing it all in mind, like
praying, saying it over and over

at night, by singing the whole of the work
to myself, every page of that innocent,
everyday, effortless verse, of which this

is the first'

Nice and Tight

Being a pale lass, wary of builders and a fan of skirts, Tights have always been a must have pour moi. I was pleasantly suprised by the truck load of fantastical tights that have been paraded up and down the catwalk this season. Naturally the high street stores have picked up on this cosy trend and have a panoply of styles and textures to chose from. I have cream argyle ones in my mind...but I have yet to find a pair. Let me know if you do!

1st of December, is it?

The Hurdy Gurdy house in Ballyfermot is decked out, The gaudy lghts on Henry Street are up, The mini christmas cards from the pound shop are alreay starting to take over my locker in college. What does this say?
It says Christmas is a piss take and were still over three weeks away!
Don't get me wrong:
I want twinkling lights as much as any pilfering magpie, I crave wine as much Jiz, I enjoy chistmas carols as much as the next old bat, I love Christmas! Just not in November. Am I a stinky Grinch? Not a chance. Later in December you can expect tasty recipes for cinnamon snaps and ginger bread. Top craft tips for jobless swines and festive reviews on terrific holiday tunes.
Give it two weeks yeah? ;)

Fight Like What?

Like Apes, friends.

When primitive instinct takes over, and the urge to jump around; screaming and swearing like the true Irish lout that you are, FLApes debut album "Fight Like Apes and The Mystery of The Golden Medallion," would certainly provide a suitable soundtrack. Its a raucous, contagious mixture of loud noise, some of the most surprising lyrics ("and did you fuck her? / did you stick things up her?") and a song for pretty much every mood.

I'd bought both EP's a few months ago, and so, I'd become familiar with about five or six songs on the album. I know there's been debate over the originals versus the re-recordings, but to be honest i think if anything, the superior sound quality of the new versions is much more like the authentic, live FLApes experience. And by that, i meant they're better. :)

The two new tracks on the album that i cant stop humming / listening to / singing in my sleep are "Tie Me Up With Jackets," and "Digifucker." I think the first is probably the closest thing to a love song that we've seen from the Apes. With lyrics like "but i'd love to see you in the nude with faux fur jackets round your head," and "but you can live there too and we'll play Lovely Noise, lovely noise that makes you love me," there's just something about it i can't get enough of. MayKay's voice is soft, and it's just a babe of a song.
"Digifucker," is a bit more like what i'd come to know and love from MayKay, Pockets and co. A bitta lewd vulgarity ("did you stick things up her? and did she love it?" doesn't actually come across as harsh as it might sound. The emotions in MayKays voice communicate something else to. Something you might relate to if you've ever asked the question "did he/she fuck him/her?" yourself. ;) I'm not so sure yet if i like the little voice over piece in the middle. I like the effect the same thing gives to "Battlestations," but here, i think it detracts a little from the action.


Out of Ten? Ten. It's fantastic.

And the Academy gig on the 5th of December? €14.50? Bargain!
I'm there.

THE WATERBOYS

After hearing the nicest story the other day, I thought It would be nice to pay a small tribute to one of the best songwriters in the last three decades! Mike Scott himself scripted one of the most memorable songs recorded in the eighties. Apparently Scott and his current girlfriend were sitting in a cafe when she asked him how easy it was to write a song, He responded to this by jotting down 'The whole of the moon' in the time while they were seated. Genius! :)

I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, i guessed, and i tried
You just knew
I sighed
But you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!
The whole of the moon

With a torch in your pocket
And the wind at your heels
You climbed on the ladder
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!
The whole of the moon

Unicorns and cannonballs,
Palaces and piers,
Trumpets, towers, and tenemets,
Wide oceans full of tears,
Flag, rags, ferry boats,
Scimitars and scarves,
Every precious dream and vision
Underneath the stars

These two charming dresses are from Miss Selfridge who seem to have a huge range of party dresses in their Autumn/Winter collection. Most of the dresses are black but if your prone to something colourful River Island also have a vast range of festive gear that would be perfect for a christmas do or night on the tiles.

The black lacy shoe boots on the far righthand side are By Christain Louboutin and are widely perceived a s a seasonal must. The bag on the left was seen being sported by the lovely Mary Kate Olsen recently in New York. It was made by Roberto Cavalli and comes in an array of different colours.

SAMHAIN

Gorgeous

WawaWeeWa! Items of note

I found these pretty gloves on ebay. Out bid me if you dare!
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National Rubbish Day!

Today is the day you've all been waiting for! The day when the whole world comes together as a community to strew there waste all over the city. Children stayed up late last nite in the traditional vigil on the eve of this special day in hope that they may be so lucky as to spot a Trash Fairy flying about spreading the joy of humanities stupidity. Trash Fairies Memer & LaLa were a part of the festivities. The vintage enfants were spotted in the Glasnevin area dispersing empty bottles and broken cans ''We feel its important to be a part of such a beautiful event, Its refreshing to see such diverse denizens celebrate together in a giant caravan of stench and love'' said Memer. Ex-Part-time Taoiseach Bertrard Ahern also had a few words to contribute on the subject '' My Great-Grandfather was a bag of litter so I can really relate to this'' I think its fair to say everyone had a brilliant day and are already looking forward to next year. Children all over the world will be playing with dirty napkins and used cigarette butts, relishing in the knowledge that thier elders can provide them with enormous amounts of useless debris and crap.

The naughty man on the right is Memer. Her antics are often sparodic and irrational they include; bidding on things she can't afford on ebay, drinking fizzy beverages, spying on her neighbours, collecting useless junk from charity shops, ordering her friends around from the safety of her pimp coat (bitch please!) getting refused from nightclubs for being a dickhead and lusting over clothes she simply can't have. She pretty much lives for a good time but has tried being sober and felt like a fish in a pool of lava. Currently listening to Lykke Li, Burt Bacharach (Greatest Hits) Stars, Sia and The Velvet Underground.

This is LaLa. Shes a crafty scoundral who appreciates the finer things in life. Partial to Vodka and interesting haircuts, Shes a nice person to be around until she voms up last nights fastfood. At the moment shes listening to Ingrid Michaelson, Tegan & Sara, Fight Like Apes and foals. Wearing Memer's Pyjamas and being gently kissed by the sandman.

FUCKINGLOVETHISFUCKITYFUCK

Greetings Friends, Foes and Future Fandooglers!
Memer & LaLa are two Dublin belles who have recently decided to become recluses. We have left our academic lives and wish only to spend the rest of our estimated 60 year lifespans drinking wine and smoking legal substances. We love amongst many thing: Posh togs, Yummy tunes and climbing up on the weekend horse and riding it like Seabiscuit all over Dublin city. If things go to plan this blog will be a sweet marriage of the three. A few snaps, birra tunage, that kind of thing. Sure fuck it like, Were on our holidays?