Deftones, Dublin, 16 February 2026
I love Deftones.
Their music has been this magical place in my heart since the late 90s, no matter what the sound. And, as of yesterday, 16 February 2026, I’ve seen them three times live, with a fourth booked for August of this year.
Love is….a strong word, a hyperbole; after all, how does one “love” something inanimate, that exists solely as a memory in your head, fed by your ears, and how they all collide.
The MRI
It’s been a year, but you’re used to this. You’ve been getting these things so regularly for the last twelve years, sometimes monthly.
It’s been a year; it should be easy. You know how this works.
It’s been a year; it’s not easy.
In The Reindeer’s Defence
Song lyrics. That’s the thing. The lyrics sink into your head like this virus, and you sing along, and even when you think about it, you don’t really think about it, until you notice something and the truth all comes tumbling out.
It’s December 2025 and, befitting the time of year, have been listening to Christmas FM. Because it would be rude not to (and because, on the days when I’m working remote, the husband tends to be putting on the radio when we’re having lunch.)
Stupid Sexy Priestface - Immaculate (2024)
What’s the best thing to do on Holy Thursday?
That’s right, get yourself completely and utterly piss-faced drunk, solely because the pubs are closed at midnight. And now that Ireland doesn’t do that shut-down thing any more, I guess we’re onto option number two: watch a horror film that is associated with the Catholic church.
Yayyyyyy!!!
A Coruña
My first attempt at poetry in about 20+ years.
For Lisa
Yo
So I got myself a new tattoo last Thursday, 8 September; like most times either of us were getting tattoos, I sent you a message. Come Saturday, I could see you still hadn’t seen it (the message or the tattoo.) I knew something was up.
Dreams Mean Nothing - The Sandman (2022)
I started to write this piece as a simple review of Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman, now streaming on Netflix; like the show itself, and the comic series at its origin, it turned into something far bigger, a historical narrative including random characters, with meanings and truths revealed as if from nowhere.
Like dreams, this review has become something more, an essay about writing itself, about narrative, about the consumption of art for both good and evil, and about its very effect on our lives.
Or maybe just mine.
A Hole Lot Of Glory - Glorious (2022)
We need more films about gloryholes; there, I said it.
Although, let’s be honest, said films already exist; they’re just shooting towards a slightly different viewer, a fact that is hard to swallow for some people.
Ravings - How My Brain (Sometimes) Works, The Star Trek Edition
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