Monday, November 05, 2007

He's back and this time he's brought his Prozac

My apologies to that small but loyal group of people who I count as regular readers. What was originally intended as a short sabbatical seems to have turned into a nigh on six month hiatus.

The gap was brought on by depression resulting from the result of the last general election, a severe bout of carpal tunnel syndrome, and the ever unfulfilled desire that we might get a decent summer for once. As the season drifted by with nary a sign of the sun, my desire to write shrank in direct proportion to the number of grey mornings and stories demonstrating our current Taoiseach's contempt for the sad crew of optimists who voted him back for another 5 years.

Anyway so, since I can't do anything about the weather and even less about the electoral choices of the Irish people, I've decided to make this blog in to a happy shiny place full of cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudel, door bells and sleigh bells and whatever you're having yourself.

Heretofore on the new look Where Angels Fear you'll find no ironic or indignant stories about political corruption. No more righteous anger at the failings of our health system or the interesting goings on above there in Dublin Castle. No sirree, bob! I'm going to leave that depressing stuff that to those masters of melancholia, those denizens of the downside like Bock and the other old fellah with the wispy beard whose name escapes me.

On the new look WAF it's just going to be fun, fun, fun all the way, or at least until someone takes my T-bird away. Fuck the begrudgers and if I can't dance I don't want to be in your revolution.

And just to demonstrate my sincere commitment to the new WAF philosophy I'm going to share with you a little something I saw at the pictures only the other day. It's called Control, it's about Joy Division, it's set in Manchester in the late 1970s and suicide figures rather highly in the narrative. What a recipe for happiness unconfined. Joe-Bob says 3 stars, check it out but leave the washing line in the kitchen.

And to get you in the mood, here's a taste of the original.

7 comments:

Bock the Robber said...

A post about Joy Division?

Fuck, that'll certainly lift our spirits.

The Hangar Queen said...

Fuck Yes! Your're back!

Fuck No! It's about Joy Div.

You were missed Comrade.Welcome back to the Struggle.

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

'Lo,

I agree that you should fuck the begrudgers, however I believe in also begrudging the fuckers, an area that's sadly neglected in modern society. Like Middlesborough and stoicism and rum babas.

We could get into a whole debate about befucking the grudgers but who wants to bring the French into it? Not me.

Mairéad said...

Welcome home, Liam. I missed you. 'Bin depressed myself so I know what you mean!!

Liam G said...

Thank you one and all. You're all more than welcome to pop around for a nice cup of tea and a slice of battenburg in my happy shiny corner of the blogosphere. Any time you like. Bring your own amyltriptyline though. I'm fresh out.

James B said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
James B said...

Welcome back. For a while there
I was thinking maybe you'd migrated to Boston or Oz.

My blog too has been extremely quiet over the last few months. But I got the itch again a couple of weeks ago, and wrote a paranoid little piece about Facebook!


Ah yes Joy Divison, happy lads
indeed!