Staying up all night cus i don't have much of a choice My Friday and Saturday nights are usualy spent at my girlfriend's place. But not tonight. For reasons i won't bore you with, tonight i'm at home. Home with the many decibels of irish country music permeating my walls from the bar next door. all night long. it stops eventually, punctuated by animalistic screams and raised voices. arguments. fights. noisy intercourse. Tonight, from what i can gather the main event is drugs...

Handprints on a Post Box

author: Jamie : Omagh, Northern Ireland

omagh, county tyrone, northern ireland carpark ticket machine enniskillen, county fermanagh, northern ireland

Herd Instinct: Luton - Belfast

author: Jamie : Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast International Airport first comes the pong, then the stacatto of a million aluminium seatbelt buckles. people rush, people push to go nowhere fast. people hustle, people bustle to stand cramped together, agitated in the narrow aisle of this ageing boeing 737. please make sure your arm rests are down and that your seat is in the upright position. the doors open and we have a stampede. the herd disperses. this aluminium tube. this can of stale, recycled air empties in a matter of seconds. please note that your nearest exit may be behind...

Satan's Front Door

author: Jamie : Lisnaskea, Northern Ireland

Lisnaskea, Northern Ireland to his friend's he's known as deano. the peace symbol on his door? that was supposed to be ironic. it was mooch's idea. mooch is one of deano's minions. the blood of past sinners flecked and spattered like the innocent fingerpaintings of an mexican infant. DEATH TO ALL - the warning is clear. they call him woody for a reason

You Like My Sweater, Dont You?

author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland

Erneside, Enniskillen i can tell by the way you're looking at it. your coy expression is a mixture of curiousity and delight. i designed it myself, based on an ancient navajo indian burial shroud. my wife doesn't like it much. always nagging. do this. do that. she told me i should've gone to marks and spencer. bought a real sweater. that's why she had to die.

Kent Plastics

author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland

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