Episode 47: Can’t Forget Fear & Chainsaw Necklace

I howl like the wolf because I have nothing else to do and I have to fill the void someway. And what happens when you have nothing to do. Here is what happens, you do nothing. Too much time on your hands and the banal day to day extends to, well tomorrow when reason runs out the door like a vampire who just discovered roller sakes and decides to go back in time to Glengormley in the 80’s to the roller disco that my sister used to frequent, wait a minute, that’s my imaginary sister, because I’m from the 19th Century, bitch. Yes  indeed, I need to insult myself to get any action around here. Get the old juices flowing and ready for a fight, with myself, better than nothing. Otherwise its just me and my thoughts and I am trying really hard to completely ignore those. They are things. They are not me. They come and go. So lets get piggy or even joggy or even jiggy with the meat and gristle, but not Throbbing Gristle, obviously, because I likes the music, man. Yes 19th Century Ireland, arguably the worst in our dark history of colonisation and pain. But that is a perilous argument because the others weren’t much better. Is living in a ditch, pregnant, in the middle of winter, scorned and abandoned, poor, hungry, shamed, after having your language beaten out of you better than dying of hunger and watching your family die with you in the 19th Century? That’s s tough one. So Famine stricken 19th Century Ireland when I ate the colonisers thinking I was saving the starving when in fact I was losing my soul like a dumb bint. But hey, here I am in limbo, waiting to receive your horror and sci fi letters of woe, so that I can read out a few as The Vigilante Cannibal Nun as Agony Aunt and we can all have a laugh, because, frankly, there is nothing else to do. So welcome to Episode 47: Can’t Forget Fear & Chainsaw Necklace.