A Day in the Life of an Addict
The night before Wexford
And all through the house
Gary was smoking
As high as a mouse.
The addicts ain’t hung
but Aoife doesnt care.
She hopes that Sir Maxwell
soon will be there!
Anyway, A breakfast roll and about 8 nexts later a glistening silver stallion of a micra pulled up outside Vinni’s Bar on the outskirts of two time tidy town winner Enniscorthy.
Feeling completely out of our comfort zone, we were about to undertake a project that dwarfed anything that we had ever experienced, our Goliath. This was to be a fairly ambitious second task. Pffft we brought a camera or two with us and had d’crack was had!
Any unsettling feelings were quickly enveloped as the guys made us feel at home. We came to realise they are literly a bunch of cunts just having fun and any half arsed schedual we had half arsedly put together was half arsedly thrown out the window. We decided the best outcome would stem from us being ourselves and filming them in their natural environment. i.e. HAVIN’ D’CRAIC!
After a grueling 15 mins of quickfire interviews, we retired to a much needed food break. One place. One place would satisfy our gourmet needs. Supply our daily nourishment. One place stood above all the rest, in a town rich with strawberry stands, strawberry and cream stands, and strawberry and strawberry stands.
Evan heard a call to arms from across Strawberry Square. Not so much a call to arms but a call for his arms to go FUCKING MAD. After narrowly avoiding bumming a seven year old and getting his 6th conviction, the time had come for our three protagonists to rape the stage.
After said raping of said stage, the three stepped off with 14.85 different types of sweat billowing down there godly bodies, Dan with his pulsating veiny red mic in hand, grabbed the nearest sluh, chesticles only looking for a licking, he..,ejrhfaukwjygrlkwerhbewlujmrwfdsfgmehdnmcfhjsd… [Ed - Sorry he gets carried away. Bad Graham! Bad!]
We went outside, robbed a thinking hat off a thinking tinker and retreated to the PTS HQ. The Micra. Then ventured off in an epic journey of truth and discovery, and found ourselves in the yard of a Special Needs School with a rock band, a tripod, a camera, and a tesco bag full of questions.
PART ONE of the VIDJO!
With a huge weight off our shoulders we journeyed off to one of Wexford’s most precious jewels. The TINKER INFESTED ‘amusement’ park. The only amusement we got was watching a knacker bate the muck off another knacker with a sack of spuds. We left abrubptedly with the fear the hair would get robbed off our heads.
Undoubtedly the best fun we had all day was just chillin with the Guys (and Aoife) swapping war stories and slaggin a plenty. The crack was so mighty the DS themselves got a sniff and arrived in the carpark.
EXHAUSTED and shhhhhtink we disbanded after a face fuck of a show. A live force to be reckoned with, they held their own against two amazing bands leaving a solid impression on the town of enniscorthy. Three durty cowboys roidin through Seattle via Manchester wearing beer hats. CHEMICAL ADDICTION we thank you! For the line up was juicy and the craic was had.
PART TWO OF THE VIDJO!
The night after Wexford
and James’ petrol is gone.
Gary’s still high
after only a bong.
The taxi was called
and the prick done us in,
so we butchered the bastard
he’s now in a bin.
*So sorry to the guys but unfortunately when we really needed it our equipment failed us and we didnt get any live footage that was usable due to the quality of the one working camera we had left.
R.I.P Camera 2008-2010