So I was in a music video

So I was in a music video. I'm in around 2:48. Blink and you'll miss me. I'm there, or I was, you'll know what I mean when you see it.

Take it away, BeeMickSee:



Wasn't I great?

Party Down and Go Fuck Yourself Creepy Poster Mutherfucker

Thanks to Patty Pat and Emma for posting the video below:



I had my own experience with this guy a few months ago. I was out one day sticking up my stickers round Belfast (you know the ones) when I saw this guy on his bike in front of me, he was ripping down posters and some of my stickers (bastard). I followed him through the city replacing my stickers as he took them down.

I lost him somewhere at the top of the Ormeau Road (where it meets the Ravenhill Road). I'm not too bothered by him because I'm going to win. I'll stick my stickers up everywhere I find him or some other prick has taken them down.

He can party down and go fuck himself just like me.

I'm Mr Blue

I know I haven't been posting much and it's a kind of excuse that I've been depressed but it's an even bigger one that nothing much has been happening. I sometimes go looking for a blog post when I don't have one. I pick up bits of paper I find lying on the ground hoping that there's something funny/interesting written there but that recently I've found nothing but boring scribbles that I can't really read.

I spend a lot of time online filling in job applications that I never recieve replies to. I wank a lot, and cry a bit too.

Today Hot Baby Roy told me that it was his birthday next week and he asked if he could have a party here. I said yes but I don't know who he'll invite most people I know either think he's a pervert or want to give him a kicking (most of them think both).

I thought this year was going to be fun. I'm blue.

Party Down and Go Fuck Yourself

The night was long and I'd been doing crack like a muthafucka. I needed to get some chill winston on so off I popped to the 24 hour hatch in Botanic to get me a jar of coffee and some bananas to smoke the skins.

I bought a stick of french bread and some grapes and cheese. It was nice to walk home twitchin like a muthafucka and pretending I was in France or some muthafucking shit. I kept hopin' some hot faff lookin' like Audrey Tautoo (woo who) or that beautiful baby who played la Mome in the film of the same title would hang out of a window and invite me up for "coffee" (he he he). I was in the middle of getting all drooled up thinking about it when some baddies stepped out of the shadows on the edge of Camden St and the leader pulled out a flick knife.

"You gonna give us yo groceries or is we gonna tussle?" he asked licking the blade. I dunno why he was talking like that cause he was some we ginger fruit from the Malone Road by the looks of him.

"BOO MUTHAFUCKA!!" I shouted at him, and him and the other baddies ran off screaming.

I went home and felt so happy about myself that I did two lines of coke and went the fuck to bed.

Party Down and Go Fuck Yourself

Welcome to Party Down and Go Fuck Yourself. It's a story of love, life and licking the bowl. If you're interested in crack addiction, satanism, shoplifting, heavy metal, tight spandex, Hermione Granger, smoking hot guitar solos, call centres, millies and spides, pink champagne, cross dressing, the lessons of the street, big violent dogs, cute puppies, boiled eggs, oral sex, indie music, the Lagan Meadows, Belfast, Northern Ireland, Northern Ireland's tallest building (The Obel Tower) or the possibility that Sammy Wilson MP is actually a shapeshifting demon then there's something in here for you.

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