So, after yesterday's fairly disappointing failure to actually manage to feature an artist, I figured I would try again. I am also working on mastering surf on the guitar, which is amazing fun to play. I think a surf-punk band playing songs about b-movies and cult tv shows would be great fun, so I'm looking into that. Need a drummer and a bassist who aren't afraid of acapulco shirts and quad-picking licks though.

Still working on b-movie posters, currently in various stages of "Dracula Attacks!" "Terror From the Red Planet" and "The Thing From the Depths".

Also adding final alterations to a roller derby t-shirt design, woo!

Anyway - go and see the work of Candy 2021 -

Hey,

I have decided to start keeping a fairly regular journal on here, purely because the lovely =Candy2021 has featured me in her journal and so I feel I should repay the favour...despite the fact I am not sure anyone actually will ever read this.

So I have been working on more B-movie posters and watching plenty of shit horror/scifi films as "research" (not because I love them or anything...hmm) but if anyone would like to suggest any titles for films they would like to see poster-ized, feel free to suggest away.

Anyway, enough of the uninteresting drivel from my over-tired mind, go and visit =Candy2021 's gallery, she is an awesome artist, and a roller girl, which makes her even cooler.

Also listen to the Pogues.

Matt

RIP Ronnie Drew (16th Sept 1934-16th Aug 2008)

Thankyou for providing the the music for so many drunken nights, I will always remember singing along to the jukebox in Callaghans bar after we convinced the barstaff to unlock it, so we could put the Dubliners on all night for free.

I find myself reminising a bit too much about those days, the beers, the fights, the songs, the good times. Sitting outside with our pints (illegally) outside whilst chatting to the manager, laying Mez out on a bench outside when he got the "white death" from smoking too much, puking in sync with Adam, 2 for 1 pints of Guinness before 8pm, ordering up 20 pints at 7:55pm, Kelly always insisting on ordering a half pint before his first whole, to check the water as it were, despite the fact a pint was cheaper than a half, avoiding overbearing girlfriends, getting the wrong bus home and walking all night across the fields (ADAM!), demanding obscure songs from the poor bugger guest bands and all-round general underage drinking, all to the gravelly tones of Mr Ronnie Drew and Mr Shane MacGowen.

But this was almost 5 years ago now, those who drank in that dingey, dark basement are spread out across the country, the bar is long gone, and I'm just a world weary drunk in mourning for the days of old.

I guess in future we'll just have to sing louder to make sure you hear us up there in Heaven.

Our loss is Heaven's gain.

RIP Ronnie Drew, we never met but you sang the story of my life. Thankyou.