Menk, by John Doran
None of Our Secrets Are Physical Now
You know that good looking guy, who’s always smiling? Fuck that guy. I hate that fucking guy.
To the One True God Above, Here Is My Prayer
Hell isn't that bad, but it's full of wankers. It's time to quit the drugs for good.
This Isn't Some Kind of Metaphor, Goddamn, This Is Real!
Getting your friends sectioned is never particularly easy.
Circling the Drain
Sometimes you have to break all of your life rules and admit that bands with ginger dreadlocks can be good.
It's Midnight... I'm On the Soul Train!
I spent far too long living in a prostitute-sodden suburbia, building every day around my flask of whiskey.
I'm Half Crazy All for the Love of You
I used to understand why drugs tore holes in my memory, but then I forgot.
We Can Find New Ways of Living
Northerners gone wild: pissing on churches, puking in gutters, horrifying small Algerian boys.
You Know You Make Me Want to Scream
Wanna know the difference between Liverpool, Manchester and London?
I Saw a Deadhead Sticker on a Cadillac
London is full of signs and omens. They tell you what's going to happen next.
Lord I Have a Broken Heart
When you stop drinking, you worry that no one will find you interesting ever again.