No Thanks

Sexual tension and Slower Ways to Tie Your Shoelaces

Tuesday Night

Sunburnt Affections

Your Father Is A Dentist

I Will Never Look At You Again

Young Caesar 2000

The Beer

Grandnational Weekend

I'm keeping the kid

Lack of creativity and prudence killed the kid. And not even your mother will forgive what you did. You ask to see the your killer, you ask to feel his fatal touch. You ask to see his passion and you prey it ain’t much.
A guitarist is a man who knows to many chords. A poet is a man who knows to many words. I know half a dozen chords and half a dozen words. Are you satisfied? Do you wish your ears would burn?
You do not seem to care for my childish requests. You pat me on the head and say it’s not my thoughts you want and sent me of to bed. I am married to your misery; but you are married to a rugby player instead. And so I play you all my chords and I tell you all my words. Are you satisfied? Do you wish your ears would burn? Lord knows I wish they would too.

Dannii Brennan