
What's that? You can't get enough of
Garbhan Downey's (right) boyish good looks and roguish charm? No, we neither - so why not jump over here for
an extract from his rather spiffing political farce about an Irish presidential race, Running Mates (first line: "No offence, Taoiseach," said the dumpy redheaded man, "but you’re talking out of your hole."). "Another of his irresistibly funny satirical novels," it says
just about here-ish ... Meanwhile, Garbhan's also the editor of
Verbal, a superb publication that goes out monthly with the Belfast Telegraph, and they're always on the look-out for nubile young literary flesh

to sink their not always entirely metaphorical fangs into. If you're a writer and it's reviews you're after, drop Garbhan a copy of your opus at: Garbhan Downey, Editor, Verbal, Verbal Arts Centre, Mall Wall and Stable Lane, Bishop St Within, Derry, BT48 6PU. We did it, and look at us now - forced into indentured service plugging Running Mates ad infinitum. Still, it's a good life if you don't weaken.
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