Tag Archives: Micheal McLaughlin

Pastblast – Jerusalem Offertory – Nor Shall his Pork Sword Sleep in his Hand

Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! November 13th – shuffled sheepishly through Israeli immigration, enduring a 30-second staring down by an … Continue reading

January 19, 2014 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

A Love That Asks No Questions: Ogilvy at Bell End

Before we go any further, Gentle Reader there’s something you must know. Selwyn and the ladies from Ogilvy go way back. Way. Back. Selwyn and Cindy were mulling over IBM layouts whilst diplodocus were munching the canopy outside Worldwide Plaza. … Continue reading

April 13, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Piggy Stardust – Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

First reborn Marlow at Bell End, how apt that it should be delightful and multi-pronged Grant Cornett (ably assisted by Janine Iversen) who gets the ball rolling with spectacularly graphic and delicious suckling pig. Or more precisely: Esposito’s soy glazed … Continue reading

March 2, 2012 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

If You Weren’t Licked, Maybe You Weren’t Worth Licking.

We are haunted by the clarion call for a post-mortem of last Thursday night’s Bell End happening. Haunted as in the song of the same name. Y’know, Sinead O’Connor soars over the first verse as if she was the Angel … Continue reading

December 23, 2011 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 2 Comments

Shaag In the Kitchen, Dildar in the Hall: St Sanjay Patel Averts his Gaze

Were you there?  See, it’s difficult to remember. Andrea’s concord grape and juniper jam gin Molotovs, they sneak up on you from behind like a dirty uncle. Before you have time to understand, their fingers are under your elastic and … Continue reading

November 6, 2011 Posted in Reflections Tagged with: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 5 Comments