POGUES COUNTDOWN
One week. That's all I ask of Shane McGowan.
Please, Shane, don't die until AFTER March 14, 2006. I know you're not long for this world, there are some who would contend that you died 20 years ago, and are only being kept animated by adrenaline laced booze and electric shocks. I don't care. As long as your arse is pointing south on the night of March 14, 2006, when the Pogues play the Orpheum in Boston, I'll be happy.
Hear me Shane? DO NOT FUCKING DIE YET, YOU CUNT.
posted by Andraste at 1:32 PM
7 Comments:
I read an article about McGowan in the 1990s which said he'd once been told that he'd be dead within a month if he touched another drop, so I don't think you need to worry too much, Andraste.
I wonder if your concern results in low advance ticket sales for the Pogues?
He won't die. He's like Monty Burns from the Simpsons, his life held and finely balanced by so many malign diseases that he is in perfect stasis. By the way I have met his girlfriend last year, she is as nutty as a loon.
I saw her in a documentary about him recently. I thought she seemed sweet, but let's face it, to have someone like Shane as a boyfriend and NOT talk him into getting some teeth (I wouldn't try to talk him out of drinking, that's just crazy talk)...I thought "hello, more THERE than meets the eye."
Yeah, you hear that Shane, you bastard, don't you effin die and rock you ass for Andraste.
She is sweet, but ...er airy fairy is going to be the best description I can think of. She asked me about my aura, I started laughing. I guess my aura is easily amused.
Shane is so fermented that there isn't even a chance of him dying. Hell, he's already dead.
But I will admit his warbling drunken voice sounds so good on some of his tunes.
Enjoy the show!
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