Evening fuckers, in today's rant...
Irish Pubs, music videos.
IRISH PUBS, I was dismayed to find my favourite 'Old Man' pub in Sydney 'The Criterion' had been bought out by the PG Gallagher's franchise of Irish pubs. The dank sticky carpet, the gloomy mens room, renovated! Massed produced 'Irish shit' placed in every available area of every goddam wall. You know, fucking miniature wheelbarrows, Whiskey Jugs, period posters of Guinness. All those irritating Irish blessings relating to wind & its proximity to your exposed back. Shit, if I go to Ireland I'd expect real Irish pubs, but I'm in Australia. Sydney has more than it's fair share of these fucking Scruffy Murphys, Kellys, O'Briens et al, they're now fucking ubiquitous. You also have to expect to pay more for beer because there's a picture of a fucking toucan drinking a Guinness by your table. RIP The Critereon, when I was in art school I stopped by on the way home for your cheap schooners and to hit on Annabelle, Brooke & Lindsay.
MUSIC VIDEOS. I was in Sydney last week for work & play. I was waiting at the pub for a mate to meet me and was staring at the TV playing music vids on silent & it occurred to me. Their is very little difference between a Coca Cola or tampon commercial & a music vid. Don't know what the significance is but all those posers dancing & singing into the camera...kinda gay without the sound. No wonder I hate mainstream music. It's all yay! We're singing a song! I'm having so much fucking fun! Woohoo yeah! I sat there for 1/2 hour watching this inane shit, then went to bar & got a coke. Next day at the 7-Eleven for no reason I felt compelled to buy tampons...strange.
Anyway, back hurts, thanks for reading & remember mainstream society is a sick little bitch.
Irish Pubs, music videos.
IRISH PUBS, I was dismayed to find my favourite 'Old Man' pub in Sydney 'The Criterion' had been bought out by the PG Gallagher's franchise of Irish pubs. The dank sticky carpet, the gloomy mens room, renovated! Massed produced 'Irish shit' placed in every available area of every goddam wall. You know, fucking miniature wheelbarrows, Whiskey Jugs, period posters of Guinness. All those irritating Irish blessings relating to wind & its proximity to your exposed back. Shit, if I go to Ireland I'd expect real Irish pubs, but I'm in Australia. Sydney has more than it's fair share of these fucking Scruffy Murphys, Kellys, O'Briens et al, they're now fucking ubiquitous. You also have to expect to pay more for beer because there's a picture of a fucking toucan drinking a Guinness by your table. RIP The Critereon, when I was in art school I stopped by on the way home for your cheap schooners and to hit on Annabelle, Brooke & Lindsay.
MUSIC VIDEOS. I was in Sydney last week for work & play. I was waiting at the pub for a mate to meet me and was staring at the TV playing music vids on silent & it occurred to me. Their is very little difference between a Coca Cola or tampon commercial & a music vid. Don't know what the significance is but all those posers dancing & singing into the camera...kinda gay without the sound. No wonder I hate mainstream music. It's all yay! We're singing a song! I'm having so much fucking fun! Woohoo yeah! I sat there for 1/2 hour watching this inane shit, then went to bar & got a coke. Next day at the 7-Eleven for no reason I felt compelled to buy tampons...strange.
Anyway, back hurts, thanks for reading & remember mainstream society is a sick little bitch.
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
lectorvyal:
you can prob put emily autumn on that list cause her singing blows balls, but she can play violin like crazy, not that that particular show was great
platypuz:
Ahh yes The Criterion,i have had a few drinks in there myself thru the years,there is/was a collection of dodgy pubs around that area,did you ever go to the Century tavern ? back in the day it was like a little slice of newtown in the city.