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It’s not often that a working-class writer gets poetry published by such a prestigious and chimerical bookhouse as Ballyer Press.
So while stocks last get your roller-skates and matching elbow-pads on and feed your mind, body and soul on such poems as:
Why The Privileged Need To Read Literature;
Conor McGregor And His Amazing Technicolour Tracksuit;
I’m Damned Because I’m Not From The Country;
The Priest’s Not Gay He’s A Pervert;
Born And Raised In The Jacks;
We Are Bumfluff;
The Unbearable Lightness Of The Ironic Man;
I Wish I Was A Giant Electronic Frog With Pink Lips;
No Palestinians Allowed Beyond This Point;
Every Time I Cough I Fart;
Watching Mrs Brown On The Telly;
And many more reusable wordbags of bum-rushing entertainment.
Camillus John’s fictionbook, Groin Frosties With Jazzy Hand – The Pervert’s Guide To Modern Fiction, is also available from the same bookhouse.
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If you’ve always suspected that something was missing from and not quite right with modern fiction, you’ll be glad all over to read the following lightbulber; you were right all along.
Therefore, swallow the red pill by taking Camillus John’s jazzy hand in yours on his Pervert’s Guide to Modern Fiction for over three hundred transgressive pages.
Includes such fiction as –
The Rise and Fall of Cinderella’s Left Testicle;
Rupert Rope – The Chap With Two Arseholes;
Kicking My Mother in the Head; Why Conor McGregor Lost His Fight to Mayweather;
The Assassination of Enda Kenny (after Hilary Mantel);
The Flying Superhero Clothes Horse Himself;
The Pervert’s Guide to Modern Fiction by Mrs Pimple;
The Woman Who Shagged Christmas;
Throwing a Sausage Back and Forth for Five Minutes Without Letting it Drop;
Watching a DVD with an Estate Agent;
Who’s Afraid of Coddle?;
Dreyfus Feedbag Wants Your Nose;
And many more whistle-stops of the alternative.
My story is available to read at the following link –
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I’m pleased to announce that my review of a new book
called Memory Songs by James Cook is now available to read on Litro.co.uk
in that there London
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Whatever you do
don’t get your knickers in a twist.
Up there with Ruby Wax ! (whatever that means)
Don’t bring any sausages. Ballyer goes international – for the second year in a row!!! Vroom vroom vroom!
Link to the International Literature Festival 2018
This thus establishes Ballyfermot as Ireland’s premier centre for conceptual art and post-punk modernism. Vroom vroom vroom!
Turning up on the night will be Declan O’Rourke, Jimmy Murphy and Joe Duffy – so far! Vroom vroom vroom! Book your tickets now before there’s no more vroom vroom VROOM!
During last year’s festival we sent a fictional hug to Manchester via Will Self via Morrissey, yes, that’s right we hugged an entire city. Vroom vroom vroom!
This year, be afraid, be very afraid. WTF? Grow a pair, turn up on the night and find out for yourself. Vroom vroom vroom! And remember – don’t bring any sausages. Don’t say you weren’t warned. Vroom vroom vroom!
And don’t forget our fabulous theme tune by
This Town’s Life