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Mowl

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Bittersweet story: one of my neighbours, who's now two weeks dead from cancer, has to have her apartment stripped of all her possessions as she has no family in Finland. The will included a note that her valuables have to be put into storage until her relatives from abroad come to inspect them.

Like myself, she kept a lot of plants and tended to them every day.

Now they need a new home and I offered to adopt them all. Today I'll go over to collect them and take them back here. I'll have to give each one a cold shower to remove the lady's dust from them before I take them inside to my lounge area. Some are standing and many are hanging plants with long tails, so there'll be a tough period of negotiations with my current large family of plants.

I've been asked by many neighbours to take their plants when they aren't doing too well as I have more light than any of my neighbours as I'm on the top floor with all my windows facing south. Plants thrive in here. They get names too for when I talk to them. Hers will be treated with the required respect before being introduced to their new family here at chez Mowl, and many will be repotted in the newly released Finnish design water proof plant pots made of natural fibres and finished in dark grey, rather than your regular-coloured pots which I removed the last of three weeks ago. Plants do much better in these pots as the roots can breathe better and give the plant more life than in a standard pot. They cost just €17.00 for a forty litre pot and half that again for a twenty litre pot. I bought a dozen of them and re-potted plants each evening after work.

The new ones need the same treatment before being brought into the family.

Welcome to the jungle.

 

roc_abilly

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Just reading the Arsefield pensioner gang discuss male pregnancy. Anyone read the Fabulous Furry Freak Brother comics as a teenager?

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Mowl

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Just seeing another art illustration on the same site there'''

Fabulous piece of work that - the brush strokes are almost visceral.

I use a similiar technique at times, the centre exploding outwards on all sides.

I've been working on a theme for a long time of distorted/broken images of the various instruments of the entire orchestra, each one beyond too fucked up to play, but still very obviously what it is. The horns and reeds are extremely complicated and take a long time to balance out, even in sketch form, but that's also the challenge.

What's the artist's full name on that one above?

Karl something or other?
 

Mowl

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Anyone read the Fabulous Furry Freak Brother comics as a teenager?

Aye, a mate of mine bought and collected the entire series. Also a big fan of Judge Dread, he works as a bit-part actor and designs and creates all his own clothes and hardware.

The eternal inner child, he's been at it since his teens with his first theatre group, The Magic City Trash Company. Puppets, kid's shows in schools and shopping centres. Festivals, St Paddy's Day, that sort of thing. Comic books passed me by after the age of around eight eight or nine, when I discovered Tolkien, Henry Miller, Hunter S Thompson, and several more that were very advanced for the age I was at. But I knew how to sky books away from the parents lest they think me perverted for reading the likes of Sexus, Nexus, and Plexus for the dirty bits.

In reality, it opened my imagination and informed me about adult things at a very early age, hence my spending time with people much older than I. A tough one for a Ballyer kid. But still, I had hands to guide me from an early age through my elder sisters and their guys. Nobody treated me like a child or I'd take a slice out of their arse and show my true colours.

But when music took my attention, that was the lights in the sky for me.

It changed everything and my focus was akin to an addiction, even when it was too late to play drums I played my trusty invisible kit, which helped strengthen my elbows, wrists and fingers because, well, because they didn't exist, so I had to learn to pull back on the same joints and muscles because there was nothing there to bounce the sticks off. I still use that element in teaching drums these days.

The great thing about your invisible kits is that they can be as big or small as you like. They can have as many pieces as you desire, and it's all in your head. And your heart.

See?

Being born into poverty isn't all bad.
 
Just reading the Arsefield pensioner gang discuss male pregnancy. Anyone read the Fabulous Furry Freak Brother comics as a teenager?

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No. No one in Ireland reads Jewish American boomer leftist non-humour (except for Mowl's special needs mate).

As for you, I'll ask you again.. Have you ever set foot in this country?
 

Mowl

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No. No one in Ireland reads Jewish American boomer leftist non-humour (except for Mowl's special needs mate).

Nobody was talking to you - let alone asking you anything, you flaccid little weenie.

As for you, I'll ask you again.. Have you ever set foot in this country?

You're an idiot, Jambo.

A complete fucking abortion of a human.

Kill yourself - please - and video it while you're doing it: I could use a belly laugh after the day I've had. I spent it spending money, lots and lots of money. Now I have a lounge full of treats for myself. How about you? Decided what fish to have with your chips tonight? I'll be having smoked salmon with green beans and a nice Chianti. Fuck the fava beans.

And fuck you.

Little gimp.

Has Val asked you to let him piss in your mouth yet?

No?

You're still an Arsefield's newbie so.

Gimp.
 
Nobody was talking to you - let alone asking you anything, you flaccid little weenie.



You're an idiot, Jambo.

A complete fucking abortion of a human.
Kill yourself - please - and video it while you're doing it: I could use a belly laugh after the day I've had. I spent it spending money, lots and lots of money.
Now I have a lounge full of treats for myself. I'll be having smoked salmon with green beans and a nice Chianti.
Jaze, you must be a gazillionaire 🤣

Do you still vomit it up afterwards? 🤔

And fuck you.

Little gimp.

Has Val asked you to let him piss in your mouth yet?

No?

You're still an Arsefield's newbie so.

Gimp.
 

roc_abilly

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No. No one in Ireland reads Jewish American boomer leftist non-humour.
From the late eighties , Forbidden Planet at the old Virgin megastore, where comics like the Freak Brothers could be purchased, was an integral part of Dublin culture and social life for a good number of years (until the store became corporatised, and sanitised).

As for you, I'll ask you again.. Have you ever set foot in this country?
You're the one that appears to know nothing about this country. All your ideas about Ireland's culture and social life appears to stem from some twee idealisation of conservative Boston Irish bolloxology about it all.
 
Yep. Bit like the Diceman. There were certain shrines in Dublin. Forbidden Planet and the Virgin Megastore were great meeting places.

I have a mate I met when was 17 and we've never exchanged addresses or telephone numbers but we just seem to run into each other every few years.

I was in Dublin when I was in my 20s and naturally went to the usual places. I was just thinking the same morning wasn't it a pity I had no way to contact Pat to see if he was in town and there was a tap on my shoulder in the record shop and there he was. Good weekend ensued.

About 12 years later I'm living in London and walking to work along England's Lane in St John's Wood and who do I see just stepping out of a phone box like a feckin' timelord only Pat. Who had only arrived in London that day from Israel or somewhere.

It is about time I ran into him again. We don't need no steenkin' emails or phone numbers. I guarantee you if I went to Paris or something I'd bump into him somewhere in a cafe or on the street.

I'm half afraid to go to New York. There might be two of them.
 
Aye, a mate of mine bought and collected the entire series. Also a big fan of Judge Dread, he works as a bit-part actor and designs and creates all his own clothes and hardware.

The eternal inner child, he's been at it since his teens with his first theatre group, The Magic City Trash Company. Puppets, kid's shows in schools and shopping centres. Festivals, St Paddy's Day, that sort of thing. Comic books passed me by after the age of around eight eight or nine, when I discovered Tolkien, Henry Miller, Hunter S Thompson, and several more that were very advanced for the age I was at. But I knew how to sky books away from the parents lest they think me perverted for reading the likes of Sexus, Nexus, and Plexus for the dirty bits.

In reality, it opened my imagination and informed me about adult things at a very early age, hence my spending time with people much older than I. A tough one for a Ballyer kid. But still, I had hands to guide me from an early age through my elder sisters and their guys. Nobody treated me like a child or I'd take a slice out of their arse and show my true colours.

But when music took my attention, that was the lights in the sky for me.

It changed everything and my focus was akin to an addiction, even when it was too late to play drums I played my trusty invisible kit, which helped strengthen my elbows, wrists and fingers because, well, because they didn't exist, so I had to learn to pull back on the same joints and muscles because there was nothing there to bounce the sticks off. I still use that element in teaching drums these days.

The great thing about your invisible kits is that they can be as big or small as you like. They can have as many pieces as you desire, and it's all in your head. And your heart.

See?

Being born into poverty isn't all bad.

Henry Miller and Hunter S Thompson, eh? Those are hefty influences. Hunter voted with his feet not long after George W Bush was re-elected I recall.

Amazing writer and hugely bright guy. The world dimmed a bit when he left.
 

Mowl

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Henry Miller and Hunter S Thompson, eh? Those are hefty influences. Hunter voted with his feet not long after George W Bush was re-elected I recall.

Not a man to mince his words, or actions.

Amazing writer and hugely bright guy. The world dimmed a bit when he left.

Aye, it was Johnny Depp who paid for Thompson's funeral: his dying wish was to be cremated and have his ashes shot out of a cannon above the desert, ashes to ashes, sand to sand. Thompson loved his guns. He spent a lot of his later life sitting on the stoop shooting high calibre high end pieces into the air. He wasn't looking to hit anything, he just liked the sound, the power, the build, and the abandon of it all. Especially when he was high on whatever the drugs and drinks of the day were.

Who couldn't adore a man of that nature?
 

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