When I was a teenager back in Dublin, most “nights out” consisted of somebody’s parents being away for the weekend and the rest of us pooling whatever loose change we had to buy some truly horrific store brand vodka, which we would then share amongst ten of us, everyone taking measly sips and wincing immediately afterwards. Invariably, these nights ended up with people getting sick, … Continue reading Nobody stays out all night anymore
I do not understand top knots. At all.
Actually, if truth be told, I don’t really “get” fashion in general. Its bizarre – ugly things suddenly get declared ‘not ugly’ for the next season. Continue reading What is the deal with top knots?
I’m pretty sure that those of you who have spent a significant time in Shoreditch will have, at some point, stumbled through the doors of Mother Bar and into a sticky-floored paradise (or so it seems at 2am), filled with wonderfully cheesy music and men that think thrusting in your direction counts as a legitimate dance move. In fact, it was in Mother Bar, that … Continue reading Mother Inferior