See, it's sort of a pugg and sort of gorilla, but in reality it is neither. It is greater than the sum of its parts. It combines the dexterity of the gorilla with the forlorn sort of 'old man time' melancholy that, following years of specialised inbreeding by humans, radiates from the face of the pugg. It is a pugilla. If you want to catch them in the wild, there's supposedly a ' nest' - the scientific term for a social collective of pugillas- in some fields near Johnny Fox's pub in the Dublin mountains, but having said that I don't know much about their affairs.... in the wild at any rate...apart from a rumour that they are struggling with the snowy (and recessionary) conditions...
Why do you find yourself eye to eye with a picture of a pugilla? Well, first of all this is the internet, where pugillas should have the same rights to hog bandwidth as you and me, and secondly, Darragh likes to accompany his music blogs with such GOOGLE IMAGES exotica, and who am I to break with tradition? By the way if anyone wants an actual pugilla please PM me for further details...apparently there's this middle aged fellow who, when not purchasing drinks for impressionable indy striplings throughout the pubs of the Wexford/Camdem Street Triangle, captures pugillas to order.
Here's a track by Gui Boratto off an album that hasn't been released yet....
MP3: Gui Boratto-Take my breath away
This one's even better...think Orbital circa their legendary Stone Rose substituting Glasto appearance with Pulp in 1995
MP3: Gui Boratto-Colors
Disclaimer: I'm not Darragh.
2/3/09
Overlooked by social partnership: frightened: cornered: like a bad Thom Yorke lyric
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See, it's sort of a pugg and sort of gorilla, but in reality it is neither. It is greater than the sum of its parts. It combines the dexterity of the gorilla with the forlorn sort of 'old man time' melancholy that, following years of specialised inbreeding by humans, radiates from the face of the pugg. It is a pugilla. If you want to catch them in the wild, there's supposedly a ' nest' - the scientific term for a social collective of pugillas- in some fields near Johnny Fox's pub in the Dublin mountains, but having said that I don't know much about their affairs.... in the wild at any rate...apart from a rumour that they are struggling with the snowy (and recessionary) conditions...
Why do you find yourself eye to eye with a picture of a pugilla? Well, first of all this is the internet, where pugillas should have the same rights to hog bandwidth as you and me, and secondly, Darragh likes to accompany his music blogs with such GOOGLE IMAGES exotica, and who am I to break with tradition? By the way if anyone wants an actual pugilla please PM me for further details...apparently there's this middle aged fellow who, when not purchasing drinks for impressionable indy striplings throughout the pubs of the Wexford/Camdem Street Triangle, captures pugillas to order.
Here's a track by Gui Boratto off an album that hasn't been released yet....
MP3: Gui Boratto-Take my breath away
This one's even better...think Orbital circa their legendary Stone Rose substituting Glasto appearance with Pulp in 1995
MP3: Gui Boratto-Colors
Disclaimer: I'm not Darragh.
See, it's sort of a pugg and sort of gorilla, but in reality it is neither. It is greater than the sum of its parts. It combines the dexterity of the gorilla with the forlorn sort of 'old man time' melancholy that, following years of specialised inbreeding by humans, radiates from the face of the pugg. It is a pugilla. If you want to catch them in the wild, there's supposedly a ' nest' - the scientific term for a social collective of pugillas- in some fields near Johnny Fox's pub in the Dublin mountains, but having said that I don't know much about their affairs.... in the wild at any rate...apart from a rumour that they are struggling with the snowy (and recessionary) conditions...
Why do you find yourself eye to eye with a picture of a pugilla? Well, first of all this is the internet, where pugillas should have the same rights to hog bandwidth as you and me, and secondly, Darragh likes to accompany his music blogs with such GOOGLE IMAGES exotica, and who am I to break with tradition? By the way if anyone wants an actual pugilla please PM me for further details...apparently there's this middle aged fellow who, when not purchasing drinks for impressionable indy striplings throughout the pubs of the Wexford/Camdem Street Triangle, captures pugillas to order.
Here's a track by Gui Boratto off an album that hasn't been released yet....
MP3: Gui Boratto-Take my breath away
This one's even better...think Orbital circa their legendary Stone Rose substituting Glasto appearance with Pulp in 1995
MP3: Gui Boratto-Colors
Disclaimer: I'm not Darragh.
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Clearing referring to Eamon in that last sentence aren't you?!
I want a pugilla. any chance u can hook a bro up? thx
tm
Where are all the comments asking for more Storkboy?????????????????
More fucking Storkboy!
I came to this blog millions of times in the last year looking for Puggilla pictures and do you think, G'head would ever stick any up?
No. He wouldn't.
Pah! Remember that TQ song 'Westside til i die'.
Well now i'm gonna be singing 'storkboy tilll iiii diiiiieeeee'
That Storkboy post was a bit long in the beak for me.
Har.
Hey I'm here for the giddy electronica, can you point me in the right direction?
im starting to not like the pugilla. he has an expectant look on his face
He's dead now. it's okay. Anyone wanna buy a pugilla pelt?
Thom Yorke's lyrics: "Life is lonely/ The consumer society is unfair/ Shoes which are labelled size ten, are often size 9 and a half on one foot, and size ten and a half on the other..."
is there such a thing as a good thom yorke lyric? I loved them when I was fourteen. But looking back now...ahem
"he used to do surgery/ on the girls in the 80s/ but gravity always wins"
err, righto Thom.
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