This Is Just To Say
Thank you
for the birthday wishes
you left
on my feed
and which
you were probably
saving
for someone
much more attractive
I must say
they were delicious
so sweet
and so warm.
I never liked the term Sophisti-Pop but have warmed to it as my personal sophistry has evolved - so here is my playlist. (That being said, I will never acknowledge the loathsome term Yacht Rock as a thing.)
open.spotify.com/playlist/3gH...
Dublin, 2026
Dublin, 2026
I'm sure you'll find someone for that eventually. I hadn't heard of Brian. Sounds like my life if I lived on the South Bank.
I appreciate that. 🙏 Yeah, I can't help putting media in there. I often try to conceal it by making the characters not quite as crazed as I am about movies and music. But one of these days the true extent of my obsessions will be revealed. 😂
Yes, I've sent off to a couple, and will continue. I am again not about to count my chickens being a widely rejected property. 😂
Nothing like the nod of approval from a writer you admire.
I just saw this, Drew. Thanks so much.
The supernatural is fortunately alive and well in the heart of the modern conservative crackpot.
There are two worlds now: one where social and political norms and the moral standards which direct them remain largely in place. And another in which intimidation, depravity, and a sneering opposition to egalitarianism is rewarded. It's a tug-of-war. And doublethink has the latter world winning.
Unconscionable bastards.
All you can see on Twitter right now is grok incessantly responding with 'National Identity of the driver unknown.' Our country is being slowly nibbled at by the racist contingent.
A man with a pipe in a suit smiles at the dummy on his knee.
Great to see my story Pick of the Day on @abctales.bsky.social - it’s a mash-up of Tom Cruise’s Minority Report and Ann Quin’s Berg.
www.abctales.com/story/drewgu...
Each year at St Brigid's Shrine in Dundalk the outstanding nuns of the region face our strongest pagan harridans to contest the true nature of Brigid's misandry. It is said the Mother Saint honours the winners by showing in public and scolding the man of their choosing to death.
Each year at St Brigid's Shrine in Dundalk the outstanding nuns of the region face our strongest pagan harridans to contest the true nature of Brigid's misandry. It is said the Mother Saint honours the winners by showing in public and scolding the man of their choosing to death.
Their brains have been washed but no amount of sunlight will dry them out.
I still have the first David Bowie tape I ever got. I was 14 and hadn't listened to the albums yet. 37 songs to get started.
A couple of scoundrels giggle about the wars they can send others off to fight while they stay at home swabbing their atrophied pistons.
Not many filmmakers ever achieved this level of adaptation and recreated a great work of literature as well as this. A standard set so high no ladders are long enough.
youtu.be/J_KHHKs2SKw?...
