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Sometimes an unexpected shit-facing happens and you are way past too drunk to lay down and sleep without the miserable circus music of your brain taking a swirly, jelly, clammy vibrating boat ride.

Unless all of those Booze Britain cockumentaries are deceiving me...

Last night I went to Boyd Rice’s reading at the Strand. Due to his "dyslexia and shakes" (neurological or DTs, I have no idea), he didn't read a thing from his new book.

After spending the 80s in the USA, German photographer Miron Zownir moved to Russia in 1995 and decided to spend a good while there.

What happens when you mix a really gay rock star’s musical anthems and love of unitards with a traditional Swedish pastime?

After Mr Son of God himself, David Shayler, had been so accommodating in letting me spend an evening in his squat with his friends

Dublin’s an unmerciful bore.

You know you're not supposed to stare at people with disabilities.

Thomas Morton convenes in the bathroom with Obits, a straight-forward rock supergroup from Brooklyn.

Stephen Lea Sheppard reviews Bionic Commando and X-Men Origins: Wolverine in a precise, scholarly and accurate manner.

Girl and Antihero make a pilgrimage to Portland skate-Mecca: Burnside Park.

The personal photog for murderous narco superstar Pablo Escobar.