I am from the sleepy Northern Irish town of Coleraine but now live in Scotland. I'm the promoter in The Doghouse, Dundee - the best small music venue in Scotland!!! (I believe such actions will help get us more girls. I hate music - always have - but only do this because it gets me a minimal amount of recognition...maybe...)
Started a club night called 'disorder' which is in its infancy at the moment but hoping it lasts a while.
Managed a band but they have now split up but will be working with others soon enough.
I do quite a lot of things...but slowly, and to a shit standard!!
To get a better perspective on me, please read the following poem about me from the specky tameo from Rush Hour Soul, Campbell McInally. He is good at putting up tents...
Jonathon
There’s a man I know called Jonathon
He’s the apple of my eye
He keeps me going every day
He keeps me satisfied
He’s the little to my large
He’s the Homer to my Marge
He’s my anal penetration
He’s the leader of my nation
He’s the cream inside my pie
He’s the films that make me cry
He’s that little in between
He’s the love I’ve never seen
He’s the virgo to my pisces
He’s the grapefruit to my lychees
He’s the cannon to my ball
He’s the shopping to my mall
He’s the Humpty to my Dumpty
He’s the dafty to my numpty
He’s the sugar in my tea
He’s the elbow to my knee
He’s the Anna to my Luva
He’s the dustmites in my hoova’
He’s the darkness to my light
He’s the sweetcorn in my shite
He’s the toilet to my roll
He’s the calf to my foal
He’s the tears on my cheek
He’s the mild to my meek
He’s the pubic to my hair
He’s the smile that’s always there
He’s the tassles on my neeps
He’s the chirpy to my cheep
He’s the fire to my fly
He’s the fearless to my shy
He’s the chewny on my shoes
He’s the rhythm to my blues
He’s the smile to my frown
He’s the up to my down
He’s the Noah to my Whale
He’s the wind behind my sail
He’s the mould on my cheese
He’s the melt to my freeze
He’s the floor to my roof
He’s the lesbo to my poof
He’s the one who I can kiss
In the deepest dark abyss
And when our lips collide
It fills me up inside
(the next bit needs two people, I imagined the 1st and 3rd lines of each of the following stanzas would be said softly in the background by a second person whilst the other reads the 2nd and 4th over the top)
Jonathon my star)
He may work in a bar
(Jonathon my bear)
But you know i just don’t care
(Jonathon my heart)
And though we are apart
(Jonathon my moon)
I know we’ll be together soon
(Jonathon my glove)
Because you know you can’t fool love
(Jonathon my dear)
I hope you know I’m always here
I wrote this for you Jonathon. I hope you it conveys my feelings as much as I hoped it would.
Without you, dear Jonny, my heart has no soul
Without you I’m nothing – a butterless roll.
Campbell xXx
