Aha, gotcha! Expecting saucy bits, eh? Like, then he took her and laid her down, wasting no time, breaking her underclothing in his urgency… or She was like a volcano. At moments she surged with desire, with passion, like a stream of white-hot lava. Eh?
Well tough titties. We’re going to look at Connie with the wide blue eyes and her bored life and broken marriage instead – before she loses her knickers.
I’ve always had Shane down as simply drunk as a brewer’s fart.
This book, a chat over drinks with his wife Victoria, brings out some of the kind, human, down-to-earth, honest and very Irishly funny qualities of the lead singer of The Pogues (and former member of the Nipple Erectors).
Lynn Barber, in The Observer, says of the book, ‘One of the freshest, most original biographies I’ve ever read.’.
Some morsels for you on sex, drugs, marriage, and definitive Irish nurturing.
Your favourite bit, aside from O, she doth teach the torches to shine bright! and But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
(I love Willy when he does the puppet word shadow order thing – okay, okay, I’ll keep practicing – remember that delicious Though hast by moonlight at her window sung from A Midsummer Night’s Dream a couple of posts back?)
Mine’s got to be the nurse dealing with the big sleep. But first it would be unfair not to bow to the boys who land some lovely love lines. Take Mercutio.