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The Great Rock n Roll Little White Lie

May 17, 2020September 20, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / 1 Comment

The story of how I found out one of the U.K.’s greatest recording studio’s best kept secrets; something any music tourist would probably prefer not know. Continue reading →

Killing Joke & How I Might’ve Almost Ended-up Being a Porn Star

November 18, 2019September 20, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Recently I’ve been thinking of writing something about how certain songs can take me to a very specific time and place.

Last week I was lucky enough to see Continue reading →

The Mystery of What Happened to Madonna at Eurovision

June 2, 2019February 11, 2022 / N. P. Ryan

Madge, me and the Brixton Academy; the latest entry in the Diary of a Mad Pest Controller.
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Drinking in a dingy bar by the sea, crumpled postcard from Her and World’s Biggest Ray Zero for company; then the son of a starts saying I’m cursed. Praise Be to lighting-up another smoke. Inhale, taste a foul brand: the Hex She put on me. Promised Heaven, delivered a dive nightclub Hell. Thank the Lord for liquor loving hot chicks. Though nothing compares to how it’ll feel catching up with Her.

Wanted a quick bit of business and gone. Bath had other ideas. First, battered and left for dead after a hundred heart-breaking truths. Then a Police Chief with a saggy old treasure chest of secrets to keep needs a scapegoat. Dumps me in the middle of corruption so deep it eases through bone to suck greedy at marrow. With every gun pointing my way, Hell, not even He’s gonna get me outta this one.

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Plans, Trains and Lovers in Turmoil: the story of two

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Two lovers part on bad terms with an agreement to meet in a year to see if they have a future. Both travel to the meeting on the London Underground, but one is delayed without any way of letting the other know. Failing to arrive in time could be plenty enough to seal their fate. […]

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Thoughts in consideration of the unusual ways the feeling of being isolated can make itself felt. 

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Suffice to say I bought some sweets the other day. However, while the below might indeed be relatable, the truth is I currently do have a cold; something I’ve been bestowed with since about two weeks before Christmas. This isn’t the same one; for a couple of days just after New Year I was cold […]

Dear Ulf Dloc

Dear Ulf Dloc

An old acquaintance turned up unannounced. Despite being uninvited, and more so not welcome, they decided to stay. They’ve even gone so far as to continue hanging around regardless of numerous hints and even blunt and to the point statements asking them to go. I can’t wait to see the back of them, so hope […]

The Price of Stamps

The Price of Stamps

Very honoured to announce Royal Mail issuing a stamp to commemorate The Bath Party; it, quite appropriately, showing the image on the book’s cover. That’s how I like to see it; Royal Mail on the other and claims it part of a series of stamps issued 2020 in recognition of the Roman legacy still found […]

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