“I never always had bad teeth, but I got pissed down the Red Cow one night seeing the 101’ers with a mate. We came out really drunk and he said that he’d give me a lift home on the back of his bike, but I tried to get off while he was still moving and I broke all my teeth on Hammersmith Road.” [x]

Shane MacGowan and the Nips, via deadpictorial.

So much don’t give a fuck, so little time.

shaneymac:

(via Joey Cashman - Photos 2008)

therhododendronsonhowthhead:

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There’s a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There’s devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you’ll dream of foreign lands

fiat—lux:

Photo by Peter Milne

Shane MacGowan (and Nick Cave)

goolauss:

The Nips-Private Eye

“The most important thing to remember about drunks is that drunks are far more intelligent than non-drunks.  They spend a lot of time talking in pubs, unlike workaholics who concentrate on their careers and ambitions, who never develop their higher spiritual values, who never explore the insides of their head like a drunk does.”

via gunitaroo.

via deadpictorial.

via thecaptaintaylor.

This is awesome.

chatpotdepaille:

J’espère que Barbie aime Shane McGowan.

(Hélas, je crois que Cécile et moi sommes les seules françaises à le vénérer.

Oh et l’autre fois, ma soeur rentre dans la cuisine ou j’écoutais The Snake des Popes en faisant un cake à la citrouille, et elle me dit :”Oulà… Hum, quelle voix mélodieuse!! Tu devrais aimer les Guerilla Poubelles, toi en fait…!”

M-mais, MAIS!?)

via navyvice.

internalpolicy:

In the rosy parks of England
We’ll sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider ‘til we can hardly think
And we’ll go where the spirits take us
To heaven or to hell
And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well

Going transmetropolitan
From the dear old streets of King’s Cross
To the doors of the ICA
Going transmetropolitan
We’ll drink the rat’s piss, kick the shite
And I’m not going home tonight

From Brixton’s lovely boulevards
To Hammersmith’s sightly shores
We’ll scare the Camden Palace poofs
And worry all the whores
There’s lechers up in Whitehall
And queers in the GLC
And when we’ve done those bastards in
We’ll storm the BBC

Going transmetropolitan
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town
With a KMRIA
Going transmetropolitan
We’ll drink the rat’s piss, kick the shite
And I’m not going home tonight

From a 5 pound bet in William Hills
To a Soho sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro’s
To a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We’ll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed
On the way we’ll kill and maim
When you haven’t got a penny, boys
It’s all the bloody same

Going transmetropolitan
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve
To the beauty that’s Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan
We’ll drink the rat’s piss, kick the shite
And I’m not going home tonight

This town has done us dirty
This town has bled us dry
We’ve been here for a long time
And we’ll be here ‘til we die
So we’ll finish off the leavings
Of blood and glue and beer
And burn this bloody city down
In the summer of the year

Going transmetropolitan
From Arlington House with a 2 bob bit
To the Scottish shores today
Going transmetropolitan
We’ll drink the rat’s piss, kick the shite
And I’m not going home tonight

rockandrolltedium:

I was once at a film night at Shane MacGowan’s local pub, The Boogaloo in Highgate.

During the interval, there was a raffle for a bottle of wine. I saw Shane buy a whole book of tickets and return to his chair.

He won the wine.

by iffypop