Made by my head
Music, Ireland. Grey, name. My name. A step ladder. This house was built in a bog. Music is the window. I fell off a step ladder.





Tuesday, August 02, 2005

 

Band. Toasted Heretic.

I'm Elvis, let's fall over.

Giving a speech, pointing at a pillar (most of my speech was just pointing), taking questions afterwards. "Yes, it's a pillar." And then running after a dog.

How am I going to tell them to beep beep when they couldn't cow cow if a cow showed them how?

Band: Toasted Heretic.

92% of Irish bands gain a loyal following but fail to make it big. 7.99% fail to gain a loyal following. 84% of the 92% will split up and re-form ten years later so the loyal following can re-live days spent standing in a shed and falling over.


More about the band, and some downloads too:

https://www.cs.tcd.ie/~nfarrel/toasted/index.htm




He shoots, he scores, he glues himself to a lilac tree. Let's kick him.

A walk in the rain - Poetry. Ireland. Reading the news with no trousers.
Very Slight Stories - Very short stories.
Henry Seaward-Shannon - Slightly longer short-stories.






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