Marvin Gaye was making soulful classic soundscapes before Puffy was spawned onto the planet to foist piss-poor white music from the 80's upon unsuspecting people everywhere. Wherever there is a wireless, there's the talentless tosspot whining on about how he's been around the world and he misses his dead fat mate.

Marvin stormed heaven with his music while Puffy sucks Satan's cock for more commercial success. Rapping loud but he ain't saying nuthin. He drags his empire to more success carrying a bellyful of the beasts jizzum with him. Launching more missiles of mediocrity at us - Usher I'm looking in your direction. Another kid from Puffy's stable who's semi-clad, raps about how some girls makes him "wanna" and wears what suspiciously looks like a condom on his head. I suppose it's there so that the world doesn't get pregnant with the shite that comes out of his head.

The Eternal Question
So, just what the fuck is going on ? Maybe I'm bitter because Itchy and Scratchy is the only thing on TV that makes me laugh anymore or maybe I'm just living in a city dominated by nouveau riche pissheads and British Stag parties.

Oh Mercy Mercy me - things ain't what they used to be - how much more abuse can we stand in this land of Paddy's fat cat?

Capital stomps over the city like the nazi it is and as each jackboot comes down on another part of this old town another Spar, Major Tom's, Thunder Road Cafe or Planet Hollywood springs up in its' wake. We have gone from the city that brought us Thin Lizzy to the city that now exports U2 to a world of expectant lu-la's who await their heroes to come out of a giant fucking lemon. On the bayonets of the culture crusade Temple Bar has been turned into a rash of restaurants, theme bars and other new profitable ventures which give our left bank all the appeal of blind date with a poxed Mother Theresa.

Seal off the place now ! Let them play Puff Daddy till U2 come back from their Universe tour and can someone please patrol the perimeters ensuring that no stag parties escape it's confines.

Dublin needs a firm kick up it's smug arse because there's more to life than making money. I know, I was in London, on Maggies Farm for the worst of the 80's. You couldn't spit but you'd hit some yuppie quaffing in a winebar and buying "drinkies" for his mates on his credit card. Is that the future for Dublin? There's already a virus of mobile phones here - that's always the first symptom of this disease. What profit a man if he gain the world but lose his soul ? Some would say that's religious or is it just careless? To put it another way if money becomes your God you not only lose your soul - but it appears inevitable that you'll lose your dignity and your dress sense.