Posts By: Sean Sweeney

Much dust to brush from the hair and shoulders toxic air we rise from stiff knees, older soldiers blink away acid flare from our eyes, lifted up at dimpled light like surfacing divers to sift among each other for familiar survivors.

24 hour news on the bar TV. BBC. An unshaven bloke next to me with nicotine hair, bloodshot eyes says “these guys don’t investigate, they present not report. Haven’t had an independent thought in years. It’s a non-stop advert for destruction and consumption. You know, there are websites where cannibals can meet up with people… Read more »

The British Government? Unskripalous!

After I dropped the tab I thought – is this escapism, or have I just taken a step towards the real real world? And then I spent the next stage more than understanding the interconnection of everything alive, I breathed it. Sunshine Superman – as famous as Purple Haze. That was ’81. And now in… Read more »

Bit of a let down. Some clown’s dream from the 60s. I blame, um… Pisces.

If you ask how I see things – half empty or half full – I say not only is the glass drained, it’s dry. It’s a question of survival. A well-trained eye – for a bargain, for a mug – you know, prey. Bread and butter. I move like a shark, mate. Better to be… Read more »

We were both 18, I expect, when she said: ‘I don’t want to grow old. This here now is perfect. Will you promise me one thing?’ And I said: ‘Yep, sure, ask away.’ ‘If I reach my 30th birthday, I want you to kill me without regret.’ ‘Simple, you’ll stumble into a grave you’ve been… Read more »

I seem to be the only bastard sober enough in this place to recognise a complete knob-head when he’s in your face – and we’ve got one now, occupying every TV screen, occupying every space. There’s dozens of them here, just in case you miss anything they want you to know, or see, while you… Read more »