Sound of the Muntergroud
By Caomhan Keane • Jul 19th, 2009 • Category: Blogs, Caomhan Keane
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“Let us not forget that she ain’t nothing more than an all singing, all dancing slab of meat culled from the cattle call that is reality television.” |
Author Archive
Oxegen: Europe’s best festival?
By Caomhan Keane • Jul 19th, 2009 • Category: Music, NightlifeLondoners likes to party, so Caomhan Keane went to a festival that’s loved and hated in equal measure.
Caomhan Keane hearts Michael Jackson
By Caomhan Keane • Jun 28th, 2009 • Category: Blogs, Caomhan Keane
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“They say laughter is the best medicine, and I’m usually the first with my arse out for a shot. But there’s something about the death of Wacko that catches in my throat.” |
Star Trek: boldly going where it shouldn’t
By Caomhan Keane • May 22nd, 2009 • Category: Cinema, NightlifeCaomhan Keane’s a Trekkie, and he’s been let the hell down.
Film Review: Quantum Of Solace
By Caomhan Keane • Dec 5th, 2008 • Category: Cinema, NightlifeCaomhan Keane hates the new James Bond film. Read on…
Karma-Kazie Commuters
By Caomhan Keane • Nov 11th, 2008 • Category: Blogs, Caomhan Keane
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“Kamikaze commuters fling themselves at carriage doors…” |
Bar Review: Bar Polski
By Caomhan Keane • Oct 1st, 2008 • Category: NightlifeCaomhan Keane does the decent thing and tries to taste all the vodkas in the joint.
Caomhan hates Chavvy Jordan
By Caomhan Keane • Aug 22nd, 2008 • Category: Caomhan Keane
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“From the size of her lovers appendages to her abortions to her miscarriages to her surgeries to her rivals, on and on and on the stories come, making her look like some kind of pornographic Walter Mitty…” |
No Sweaty, Betty!
By Caomhan Keane • Aug 8th, 2008 • Category: NewsWhere once it was used to stop the hands of time pawing at young flesh, cosmetic surgeons have come up with a new way of filling us with poison.
Caomhan’s sick of summer
By Caomhan Keane • Aug 1st, 2008 • Category: Caomhan Keane
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“Struggling to remain upright and impersonal on public transport, we drip like condensation and fan our bodies with crumpled up free sheets…” |