Last night I experienced Dylan Moran‘s solo stand-up show at the State Theatre. 90 minutes of superb observations from a bitter Irishman, highly recommended. This morning there’s still one of his images running through my head: “Zebras with crossbows fellating each other.” And I’m buggered if I can remember the context!
Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!