Streets Wide and Narrow

I've never been to Dublin, so I placed Molly Malone in a generic cobbled street... and then they sort of acquired a graffti'd look.

Skewball

Last weekend I went to Newbury Races (mainly for the sake of the fibreglass horse statue that we painted at the school). There is clearly a modern influence on my picture of this C18th racehorse.

I knew the rather fanciful Peter Paul and Mary song (Skewball was a racehorse/And I wish he was mine/He never drank water/He only drank wine). Then I discovered the False Lights song of the same name; it was a completely differert song. It was one of several broadsheet ballads that spoke of the wonders of this horse.

I used bits out of several of these songs.

Whack for my daddy-o

Whisky in The Jar. In a jar. More or less. As popularised by Thin Lizzy...