Shane In Maxim

[Corey MacLennane]

I hope this isn't a violation of the Fora's sharing policy, but I figured a lot of you non-Americans may have a rough time finding this one:

[Kriss]

Thanks for the great read! Little hard on the old eye's, but better than tracking down a copy of Maxim UK (which I will probably try to do anyways).

[LittleCupcakes]

Many thanks. Very cool of you, dude.

[kgrunt]

Keith Richards estimated departure date set at 2179...Thats funny. Exellent article, good photos, thank you.

[MacRua]

'I have bought a Gordon Ramsay cookbook. I will be wearing an apron when he arrives and the house will be spotless and smell of coffee'
By Victoria Mary Clarke
Sunday Independent
March 30 2008
An extract (Full article here)
DAY ONE
THERE'S a bloke coming from an American men's magazine to interview Shane. I'm not prejudiced, but I can imagine what he's like. A beer-swilling, football-watching, sexist pig. And I know what he will write, too. They all write the same thing. That they spent a night with the piss artist/tortured genius Shane MacGowan, and survived.

There may be some grain of truth in the myth, but I prefer to create the impression that it is a myth. That we are a nice, normal, sophisticated couple who visit DIY shops and have friends over for elegant dinners and discussions about property.

Insanely, we have agreed to let this guy come to the house, which means I will have to work extremely hard at making the right impression. We live in Donnybrook, which is a good start, although he is American so he won't realise that Donnybrook is posh.

I have bought a Gordon Ramsay cookbook. I will be wearing an apron when he arrives, and the house will be spotless, and smell of coffee. Shane will be kept in his study (composing) and only brought out when it is absolutely necessary.

DAY TWO
A MOST horrific thing has happened. Just as the journalist was supposed to arrive, Shane cut his foot and was wandering around the house dripping blood on the nice clean floor. I actually retch at, and am incapacitated by, the sight of blood. So much so, that I had to call an ambulance. And even that took extreme concentration, because they asked a lot of questions.

Luckily, the paramedics were not frightened by the sight of Shane's foot, and the injury was not too dreadful. But unlike most women, I can't multi-task, so the stress destroyed my plans for cooking a fabulous meal. I resorted to a Butler's Pantry takeaway and concentrated my energies on polishing the floor and getting Shane into a clean suit.

Eventually, the journalist turned up. To my horror, he was completely trolleyed. He refused my (fabulous) dinner, with the excuse that it might make him throw up. Shane was both presentable and coherent, but the bloke couldn't work his own tape recorder, so I doubt he got anything he could write.

And when he stood up to leave, he fell flat on his face on the kitchen floor, which meant me and Shane had to lift him by the armpits and drag him to the door. Where a kind passer-by assisted us in getting him to his guesthouse and into his bed, with his shoes still on. I drew the line at undressing him.

[Niall]

Thanks for the great read! Little hard on the old eye's, but better than tracking down a copy of Maxim UK (which I will probably try to do anyways).

and thats if they even have the story

[Mike from Boston]

To my horror, he was completely trolleyed.

Translation??

[DzM]

To my horror, he was completely trolleyed.

Translation??

Context seems to be "drunk off his arse."

[nboldock]

To my horror, he was completely trolleyed.

Translation??

Context seems to be "drunk off his arse."

I can confirm that you are quite correct - "completely trolleyed", on this side of the pond, does indeed mean something along the lines of "shit-faced".

Which, I suppose, was mildly unprofessional of the poor chap...

[firehazard]

Which, I suppose, was mildly unprofessional of the poor chap...

"Journalist was drunk" shock horror.

[Grievous Angel]

Firehhhhhhazard, I'm offended *hic* by that last *hic* poshsttttttttttttttt.

I don't think Maxim is exactly held to the highest of journalism standards. Before I saw that scanned article, I didn't think they even published stories that didn't involve airbrushed women posing in their uderwear.