by MacRua Mon Jan 17, 2005 11:31 am
by El Roberto of
alt.horror
<blockquote>... so here's me sitting on the floor of Glasgow's Barrowland ballroom on Friday night, STINKING of CHEAP LAGER and bemoaning the fact that the supposed headline act hasn't turned up for his own gig, then - lo and behold, THREE AND A HALF HOURS LATE, onto the stage staggers everyone's favourite TOOTHLESS, GIBBERING CRETIN. No, not Whitelady, I'm talking Mr Irish Rover himself, MacGowan.
What can I say? Absolute drunken MAGIC - opened with "If I Should Fall from Grace with God" and that was me for the next hour and ten, jumping around like a WHIRLING GINGER BEHEMOTH to the GIN-SOAKED CELTIC ANTHEMS... I was suprised at how well his voice held up - maybe something to do with the PINTS OF MARTINI that he had attached to his mic stand - although I'm not exaggerating when I say that his in-between song banter was more akin to THE SOUND OF AN ELEPHANT'S VAGINA DURING INTERCOURSE than that of a musician announcing his next melodic gambit. Even finished with "Fairytale of New York", and there wasn't a fucking dry JAP'S EYE in the house after that.
One of those gigs that made you PROUD to NOT BE ENGLISH.</blockquote>
by El Roberto of [url=http://groups-beta.google.com/group/alt.horror]alt.horror[/url]
<blockquote>... so here's me sitting on the floor of Glasgow's Barrowland ballroom on Friday night, STINKING of CHEAP LAGER and bemoaning the fact that the supposed headline act hasn't turned up for his own gig, then - lo and behold, THREE AND A HALF HOURS LATE, onto the stage staggers everyone's favourite TOOTHLESS, GIBBERING CRETIN. No, not Whitelady, I'm talking Mr Irish Rover himself, MacGowan.
What can I say? Absolute drunken MAGIC - opened with "If I Should Fall from Grace with God" and that was me for the next hour and ten, jumping around like a WHIRLING GINGER BEHEMOTH to the GIN-SOAKED CELTIC ANTHEMS... I was suprised at how well his voice held up - maybe something to do with the PINTS OF MARTINI that he had attached to his mic stand - although I'm not exaggerating when I say that his in-between song banter was more akin to THE SOUND OF AN ELEPHANT'S VAGINA DURING INTERCOURSE than that of a musician announcing his next melodic gambit. Even finished with "Fairytale of New York", and there wasn't a fucking dry JAP'S EYE in the house after that.
One of those gigs that made you PROUD to NOT BE ENGLISH.</blockquote>