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Ilac Centre You have a buggy stuck to the side of your head. Inside it, is a screaming baby. With your left hand you are pushing a two seater and with your right hand you are pushing a double-decker. They both contain more screaming babies. Although you have no free hands you are somehow managing to hit every baby over the head with an Argos box and telling them to shut up. “Go bleedin day-day or I’ll fuck ya under a bleedin choo-choo”. Each baby is holding a can of Dutch Gold and a joint. Except for Britney who only likes Cider. She shouldn’t even be drinking, she’s two months pregnant. Then again, so are you…..
Central Bank You just fell off your skateboard. Again. Looks like the only grinding you’re gonna be doing is dry grinding that Van Halen look-alike in the corner with the whisk through her nose. Your mate “Death Vader” wears a black motorbike helmet around town with fake blood coming out the visor and drew a “Life is worthless” tattoo on your forehead with permanent marker. He’s really taking things to the next level. Your mother introduced you to Baileys over Christmas and it’s your new favourite thing! You’re terrified your crew will find out. I’m convinced you have something to do with the bank. Possibly a Financial Vampire Ninja…
Temple Bar You just got sick. Nice! You’re not embarrassed, why would you be? There are about 28 other people all getting sick up against the same wall, and they are all dressed the exact same as you, so its not as if you stand out. The personalised t-shirts were a great idea, especially the nicknames on the back. Oooh, check out the all the totty across the street! Drunk, check! Ugly and obese, check! Bunny suits, check! Flashing devil horns, check! Laadddieesss! Whose round is it? Kebabs are on me…..
Rathmines You just had a Dominos! Ahhh, it was foooking deadly lads! Now add the box to the pile, just don’t knock over the “Guinness can leaning tower of Pisa”. It’s taken you 8 months to build. Fuck Ger Murphy and his bottles of bud. You’ll probably head down the local in a while. Old mans pubs are the new black. You just grew a beard. Beards are the new black as well. College in the morning lads. The history of BellX1 followed by 3 hours of extreme air guitar. Oooooh! Nice jersey!!...
Ballsbridge You just had a croissant! Bloody yummy it was too. Daddy doesn’t care for such frivolities but then again daddy drinks decaf! I mean, can you imagine? You just filled up your Range Rover in the local filling station. Fifty Euro of two stroke. One part Mocha chino, one part Sauvignon Blanc. She goes like the clappers after a good filling, don’t you know. Like a sexier version of Hedgehunter, but with a soundsystem. Anyone for another line?
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Darth Vader The Smart Arse The dark side has a giggle. www.snipr.com/vader Breakdancing Baby Lil’ Jordan wrecks the dancefloor. www.snipr.com/bbaby Toiletface – Sex Dublin based producer plays with Bananas. www.snipr.com/tface
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EVERYTHING MUST GO! Life is full of little ups and downs. The ups are great. They’re the times when the sun is shining and you’ve a nice big “Guess what sexy bastard just got laid” grin on your face. The downs however, are not so good. These are the times when you feel like you just spent 15 minutes round the back of a bicycle shed with a young Derek Davis on Viagra (Twink knows what I’m talking about). Not to worry, spring is officially here. So courtesy of us friendly lil’ guys at iNFLUX, we’re gonna have a big spring clean and get rid of all the crap that wrecks your head for 12 whole months of every year. Give us a hand throwing this lot in the skip, everything must go!
Lets get rid of... Rose Gypsies! Wanna rose? Definitely not. There is one main reason why these peeps are poor, and one reason only. Don’t mind the hype or what you read in the papers, it’s purely and solely down to their sales pitch. Which is shite. First off, when I’m falling from one pub to another mid-session and they stick a rose (or what looks like it used to be a rose, before it had the baby) into my face and chant “Rose please”, I’m immediately confused. Why is he asking me for a rose? Does he want a rose from me? I mean, he is carrying a fair few roses, maybe he’s collecting them? He can’t be trying to sell the roses because they look like the sort of mystery prize you only win at a colonic irrigation gone wrong. Either way, it’s Saturday night and I’m on my own, I don’t want a rose and I’m certainly not selling any, so I give him the brush
off. “Change please”. Now he wants change. The confusion continues! Did a transaction just take place? It’s 1am, I’m twisted sideways and have nothing but the vision of two blurry foreigners (who happen to be the same person) hovering around in circles in front of me. Did I just sell this man a rose? Best just tell him to fuck off again. Fuck off! A very confusing sales technique indeed. In some small way it is nice to see a certain number of these individuals trying to further their businesses and diversify over the last few years, mostly in the form of illuminous green cowboy hats. Sadly, I have a feeling the poor are about to stay poor, as in Dublin, we aren’t actually cowboys and we don’t often wear illuminous green unless we’re presenting shows such as telly bingo or fixing a toilet in the street. Rose please!
Lets get rid of... Some Taxi Drivers! This could be a long rant, so for the sake of your sanity, and mine, I’m going to break it down to one certain category. Lets get rid of taxi drivers who pick a subject, and then no matter what you ask them, they answer referring to that subject. For instance, I jumped in a taxi and uttered the immortal “I’m a small talking bastard” words. “Are ya busy?”. “Ah ya know yourself mate, trying to keep the head above water, cant complain. Although the wife has a bad hip so I can’t venture far. I could get called home at any minute for an emergency. It’s not easy ya know, its not easy”. I’m heading into town for a few pints and the last thing I want is a trip down this mans moany hole, so I try and flip the subject. “Oh yeah. I’d say town is busy tonight, looking forward to a few pints”. “Ah, I wouldn’t mind a few scoops myself, but it’s hard to get out, what with the wife having the hip problem and all”. At this point I realize this man is obviously obsessed with his wife’s hip, a problem which I really couldn’t give a toss about except to say, stop fucking talking about it. Time to talk turkey. Your best option here is throw out a nice unrelated topic that has no bearings to this mans stupid wife. “I was in Turkey last week, I’ll tell ya, you couldn’t beat it! A three course meal and a bottle of wine, €15. Sure where would you get it?”. The taxi driver stares out the windscreen, seems he has nothing to say. I have him beat. Oil’ hop along has no connections to Turkey, and she probably can’t go on holidays anyway. What with the hip and all. I’ll finish him off, “And I’ll tell ya, it’s nice to get away, but it’s always nice to get home”. Ah, I’ve to go home in a minute, the wife’s hip is playing up......
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Lets get rid of... Chuggers. For those of you not in the know, a chugger is a charity mugger. You know those 10 hippy-looking people with dreadlocks that just asked you for a moment of your time as you tried to navigate Grafton Street? Nine of those were chuggers, the other was a horny Paddy Casey with a fresh set of curls. Best keep moving. Don’t get us wrong, we all love a bit of charity (I ride many the minger), we highly recommend it but what we don’t recommend is having a stalker with a clipboard and a smile bigger than a Colgate billboard chasing me down the street looking for my account details and a snog. And that’s only Paddy Casey, wait till the chuggers get ya! When they do finally swoop, there are many ways to escape. For instance, a nice opener is to inform the chugger in question that you love helping charities, but you think theirs is shite, its just not a worthy enough cause. They wont really know what to say and will probably try and remind you of the work the charity does. Amidst their cries of third world hunger and asthmatic pigeons, butt in and shout at them that you honestly don’t care. Start laughing and then skip off, shaking your head in a “tut-tut” sort of fashion and clicking your fingers. Alternatively, when they ask have you a moment for concern, run around crying and yelping for a minute before wandering off. If that doesn’t work, a well placed punch always works wonders!
Lets get rid of... Boyzone! We all thought Boyzone were gone. We all thought we were safe. But we were all very wrong. They’re back, and they’ve lost those boyish good looks. Except Mikey, who always looked more like an episode of “Little Britain” than an actual person. If you’ve ever had a life threatening disease and somehow managed to overcome it, you’ll be able to compare their comeback to that. You think its gone and you’ll never have to deal with it again. Happy days. And then wham! Its back and you end up dead. But with a Boyzone comeback to look forward to, you’re probably better off. If you’ve never had a life threatening disease try comparing it to a bad case of the runs. You hope it never comes back but before you know it you’re staring down the loo at what looks like the Cosbies in a car crash. I thought after they gave birth to Westlife they would leave it at that, but apparently the orgy isn’t over till the fat lady sings (That’s Mikey again, but he never sings). Nobody ever thought Keith Duffy would ever appear on a stage again, after the whole face melting thing. Ronan Keating was halfway through power steaming Keith’s face (He had an oily T-zone) when the steamer malfunctioned and started to melt Keith’s finely chiseled features. Luckily he tripped over Stephen Gately’s vibrator before it was too late and fell into a puddle of Mikey’s sick. That’s back when Mikey had the eating disorder. When Keith wiped the sick off he was relieved to see his face was only 30% melted and to be fair, if anyone can pull it off, its him. He’s their saving grace, he’s the image of bleedin massive. “Its ooonly words, and words are all I have, to melt your face awaaay”. Now you know where they got the lyrics!
Lets get rid of.. That Carbon Monoxide Advert. Carbon Monoxide is a Silent killer... Similar to a shy Fred West maybe. Only I’d far rather sleep with Fred West and live in a sealed Carbon Monoxide ballon than ever have to have watch this ad again. Duncan Steward is usually a legend. I don’t know where it all went wrong. He has it all! The looks, the charisma, the moves, bags of charm, hung like a donkey. I don’t know what happened.
Lets get rid of... My Super Sweet 16. If ever you should be proud of yourself for not having broken shards of TV-screen glass embedded into your fist, its after watching this program. If only you were able to actually punch the birthday girl. Imagine how proud you would be then. According to the central statistics office, the national suicide rate jumps 11% during this program. It’s just a pity it’s not the stars of the show that’s causing the jump. On the plus side, apparently MTV UK have filmed an episode of the show up in Dundalk, due to be aired shortly. There’s nothing quite like 25 minutes of watching six teenagers dancing around a mucky field before having a quick feel and then passing out in a nearby ditch. “What did you get me?”. Its not a BMW, its not a Range Rover, it’s a...... Bus Eireann Expressway Ticket! Bling Bling...
Lets get rid of.... Noisy Bible Bashers. The definition of irony is someone standing on a bucket at the top of Grafton Street, screaming at lil’ hungover me that I’m going to burn in hell. See ya there ya melter...
7 DEADLY SINS
Ever since the bible first rolled off the presses back in 1972 we’ve all known the score when it comes to the afterlife and how you end up spending it. It’s easy. There are a strict set of rules that you can follow, they’re called the Seven Deadly Sins and they’re well known to us all. Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride. All the makings of a perfect party. We all know these rules and we all seemingly break them regularly, that’s the problem. You see, this makes us all sinners, and sinners go to hell. Lately it seems we’ve been sinning more than usual. So much so in fact, that everybody’s favourite rulers of the world “The Catholic Church” have upgraded the Seven Deadly sins and released 7 new ones to keep the old ones company. Behold “The Seven Modern Mortal Sins”. Released by the Vatican a few weeks ago, we’ve looked over them and we’re not too sure if they thought this one through properly. Because of the new rules, the Catholic Church is now living a life of Mortal sin. Here’s why.....
Environmental pollution If you pollute the environment, then you are now a sinner. Let’s start the scrutiny with Gods main representative on earth and see how he fairs out. I’m fairly certain they haven’t done an episode of cribs featuring the pope, but if they did, aside from seeing plenty of holy wine in his fridge and scarface in his DVD collection, you would have seen his impressive collection of rides or “Pope-mobiles” as they’re called. Past and present models include a Ford Transit truck, a modified MercedesBenz jeep and a few Mercedes-Benz four wheel drive SUVs, a GMC Sierra (huge American pick-up truck) and a black 20 foot long V8 Lehmann limousine, none
of which run on carrot juice. The Pope regularly travels around the world spreading the word of the gospel and greeting his many worshippers from the back of his fuel-guzzling Pope-Mobiles. So if the new rules are correct, that means the man himself is a regular mortal sinner. And we all know where mortal sinners go....
Violation of fundamental rights of human nature Human nature, what is it? Basically the cycle goes like this. Our parents bump into each other, talk some shit, get drunk and do the dirty. Nine sweaty months later we are born. We grow up and do the same. The cycle continues. You’re born, you mate, and you die. Sounds great, doesn’t it? You might even have time to squeeze in some foreplay if you’re quick. We’re not saying in modern day Ireland that this is what everybody wants, you don’t have to go down that road if you don’t want to, but you do have the right to choose. The Catholic Church doesn’t allow any of its priests to ever get married or to have kids. This violates the number one right of human nature. This is now a mortal sin and even though we don’t like to point it out for fear of god’s wrath, the church is now a mortal sinner...
Accumulating excessive wealth If you get too rich, you’re going to hell. Again, we’re going to play the “we don’t like pointing it out” card because we’re afraid the outcome will include us being fried to death by bolts of lightning from above, but Vatican City is loaded to the balls. As a lazy reporter, a quick check on Wikipedia tells me that in 2003 (We like to keep things up to date) the Vatican spent 264 million US Dollars in total. Probably on petrol. Now that doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re rich so they may be off the hook on this one. They may just have had loads of bills and had to borrow all that and are now really really broke. Poverty stricken even. But that’s where the bad news continues, because......
Inflicting poverty You can’t inflict poverty on anyone, even yourself. If you do, you go to hell. That’s bad news for all those priests that dedicated their lives to the missions and took a vow of poverty, inflicting it upon themselves. That’s a mortal sin too. I wonder what the average APR rate is in hell?
Morally debatable experiments This really does prove that they wrote these sins over lunch. This isn’t even a real sin! If it’s morally debatable, then it’s not officially wrong. It’s still open to debate. Some people will agree, some will disagree. Surely only the results of the experiment can yield an answer, meaning you should do the experiment and find out! They should have said “Morally incorrect experiments”. Duu...
Genetic Manipulation If you’ve harvested yourself a six-pack and some bulging biceps to impress the ladies, the new rules say you’re a sinner. The lads might be safe here, there aren’t many clerics running around Baywatch style, not that I know of. No point growing yourself a hot body when you’re just gonna be reincarnated as somebody else anyway. The only real case of genetic manipulation we can think of in the bible was when Jesus cloned all those loaves and fishes, but that was for a good cause so it’s forgivable. Next!
Drug trafficking and consumption If you consume, distribute or supply any sort of drug then you’re going to hell. Lets take alcohol for instance, recently voted the world’s fifth most harmful drug. If you’ve ever been to mass you might have seen the bit near the end where they take worshippers up on stage and pass around the chalice of wine, openly distributing one of the worlds most harmful drugs during the sermon. My god, the sinning continues. You could also include caffeine, chocolate, tobacco and we all know how much priests love a drop of whiskey! So as you can see under the new Seven Modern Mortal Sins, pretty much anything that moves has a good chance of being condemned to a life in the flames, including the church itself. However, there is no need to worry. If you currently violate any of these rules and are worried about going to hell, we have the answer. Just switch religion! We’re searched the web and found some real alternatives. There’s plenty to choose from including the Church of Elvis, The Church of Cash, The Church of Monday Night Football, The Church of Spongebob Squarepants... even the Church of Flying Spaghetti Monster! They’re all real churches and we’ve printed a full list with web links on iNFLUX.ie. With nothing but Hell to look forward to, it’s got to be worth a look...
I’ve been dancing non stop for about four months now. You know those nights where you’re in a club and five minutes after the music stops you realise your still kind of dancing, only now to silence? Well I have that, only four months later. Apparently that’s what the Southport Weekender does to you. I would say pretty much every one of the 5000 smiley faces that attended the Southport’s Weekender last November feels the same. I’d say they’re all still shuffling around their kitchens to the sounds of Kerri Chandler or sliding down their hallways to a grooving Tony Humphries beat. I know I am…
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November 2nd, 3rd and 4th 2007 seen the Pontins complex just outside Southport come alive with the sounds of soul. Soulful beats, soulful house, soul, soul and more soul. Before I actually experienced Southport, if someone had told me there was to be that much soul at a festival, I wouldn’t have been too keen. But what did I know? What I witnessed over the duration of the three day event was a mix of some of the best dance music I have ever heard, full stop, backed up by breaks, beats, r’n’b, Gospel and more. The sort of music that grabs you the minute you hear it and refuses to let you do anything but dance and smile, until the Dj decides you’ve had enough. Although apparently once you experience Southport, you can never have enough. Most of the people we spoke to over the weekend had been many times before. They all pretty much had the same story, “Came to Southport, fell in love, and haven’t been able to miss it since”. I spoke to one lady who came to the first Southport twenty years ago and has been to 39 of the 41 events since. Most people I spoke to seemed to have been at least five times. Because of this, and the fact that it’s such a small festival (5000 capacity) means that the whole thing takes on a community spirit. Everybody seems to know everybody else. From the minute you arrive you realise the sign at the front door might be right, this really could be the worlds friendliest festival!
The event itself is entirely indoors, taking place in a huge indoor arena split into five venues dedicated to the different musical styles. The largest and most impressive of these rooms being The Powerhouse. Nothing I’ve ever seen quite compares to this room. You could say its clubbing perfection in every way. The room itself is extremely big (holds 2000), but not too big. Upon entering you are immediately drawn to the huge screen that takes up nearly the full wall at the end of the room, throwing out never ending hypnotic visuals with nothing getting in its way but the silhouette of the Dj who works right in front of it. The light show and décor are perfect, while the soundsystem is probably the best I’ve ever heard. Rather than actually listening to the music, it feels like I’m actually in it! At any given stage during the night the DJ or a promoter could pick up the mic and just have a little chat with the crowd, let you know how he’s feeling, remind you just how good everything is or just to get a round of applause for whoever! This gives the whole event a feeling of “oneness”, as if the acts and crowd are in it together. The Djs came to see you just as much as you came to see them. The atmosphere in here is indescribable and you would be hard pushed to find it anywhere else. I guess that’s why they keep coming back…..
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The Funkbase, The Bacardi B-Bar, The Connoisseurs Corner and the chill-out room are the other venues surrounding The Powerhouse. All are a good size but they also all have a nice intimate feel to them which is perfect. It’s also a well known fact that out of all the Bacardi BBars you see at festivals around the UK and Ireland, this one is the best! Besides the actual indoor arena, the Pontins complex gives home to hundreds of self-catering apartments which are used as accommodation during the festival. Forget your tents or sleeping in a campervan, at the Southport Weekender you stay in an apartment with all the luxuries you wouldn’t normally get at a festival such as a shower, a fridge and if you’re so inclined, a bed. How much does this cost? Its all included in the ticket price of €187 (£140) for the three days! Unbeatable value? I think so. Return flights from Dublin to Liverpool can be easily got for under €100 and then it’s a €30 taxi ride to the venue. The booze is also a bit cheaper over there so all in all the whole weekend works out roughly the same as if you attended a festival here in Ireland. The Southport Weekender has built up a legendary cult status in the 20 years it has been running and we here at iNFLUX can see why. In case you skimmed over this review let me sum it up in one sentence. Southport rocks and we won’t be missing another one! If it all seems a bit too good to be true then my advice would be get yourself a ticket and check it out for yourself. You wont regret it! The next event (Southport 42) sold out five months before the event itself but tickets for the November event are on sale now. Check out southportweekender.co.uk for more details. Southport Weekender, we’ll see you in May…. Mikey
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FASHION Have a look outside your window. Its pissing down rain, isn’t it? It’s probably cold, dark and very very windy too! So using all our “book smarts” here in the office, we thought we might run a lil’ T-shirt feature. Step in, Turtlehead. ie! Turtlehead is a collective of artists and designers based here in Ireland. They tell us their designs are “part social commentary, part public art, part rant, part up theirs and part down with this sort of thing”. I’ll let you work that one out for yourself. All I know is, these T-shirts are the business! Log on to their website or drop into their stand at The Loft Market on Saturdays to check the rest of their stuff out. 5% of all their profits go to charity too, which means if you buy a T-Shirt off these guys, you get to go to heaven! Except for me. After that whole farmyard incident my place in hell is pretty much guaranteed. While you’re on the Turtlehead website, check out their new range, designed by The Polyphonic Spree. We’ve had a wee sneak peek and we can tell ya they’re looking pretty good! Go to www.turtlehead.ie to pick one up…
Mr. Frosty
These days we’re all sipping on smoothies and downing Zumo juices, but what ever happened to the good old frostie? Time to kick your inner child in the ribs and get his lil’ lazy ass in gear. Get yourself a taste of your childhood with a Mr. Frosty. It’ll take an hour to grind enough ice for a cup worth, but what a cup it will be!
€17 // www.snipurl.com/frosty
Cassette tapes rock! These days its MP3 this, download that, upload the other. The classic cassette mix tape is dead. Until now! Pull the USB key out of the cassette, upload your tunes, fill in the tracklisting (Old Skool Stylee!) and give it to whoever is most deserving! There are six cassette styles to choose from, just check out the link.
USB Mix Tape
€27 // www.snipurl.com/mtape
Youdoo Dolls
Expressing your hate for someone without getting a criminal record or a nut-job nickname can be tricky work. Step in, the all new Youdoo doll! Print the face of your mortal enemy on the special paper supplied and attach it to the doll. You now have your very own voodoo object of hate. Time to break out the needles!
€27 // www.snipurl.com/yoodoo
ASUS Ultra Portable PC
Who wants a miniature laptop that can do anything a normal laptop can do but costs a fraction of the price? You? Then grab yourself the new ASUS Ultra Portable PC. It has everything you normally need such as WIFI internet, email, video and music players, a webcam, over 40 applications and loads more. It even snuggles you to sleep at night! That’s not true…
€294 // www.snipurl.com/minipc
Thousands of people all over Ireland die each year from squashed bananas. Don’t be one of them, don’t be a victim. Get yourself a Banana Guard and ensure the next time a Banana gets mangled, it’s not yours! Fits even the most enormous of Bananas for those of you who like an extra bit of length in your mouth.
Banana Guard
€7 // www.snipurl.com/bguard
Voodoo Knife Block
Are you the sort of person that breaks into uncontrollable tears when you see a plain, normal knife block? Has your life been a never ending war with your friends, family and neighbours because they continue to use boring brown wooden knife blocks? Bastard bastard knife blocks! Don’t worry. Happiness looms. Check this shit out….
€80 // www.snipurl.com/vknife
maser loves u Walking around Dublin’s streets your not exactly spoilt for choice when it comes to street art. Proper graffiti sometimes seemed non-existent, until lately. If you go to other cities around the world such as Barcelona or London, you’ll see it everywhere and realize that its a million miles away from being the mindless vandalism governments like ours sometimes view it to be. In fact, when done right it really adds to a cities appearance and can change the whole feel of an area. The right piece of graffiti in the right place can transform a dull and boring street into somewhere with a bit of character. There are loads of quality graffiti artists popping up around Dublin over the last few years, all eager to change our cityscape and stamp their own individual mark on it. One of the more prominent artists wants to send you his love and does it through his art. Step in, Maser...
ves u Maser is a name many of you may be familiar with. If you’ve been for a drink in the Bernard Shaw, or even passed by it, then you’ll see his many insane pieces splattered on the surrounding walls and beer garden. The same goes if you’ve been near The Tivoli lately, loads of the crazy artwork painted there comes courtesy of him. In fact all over Dublin you can see top quality graffiti from Maser standing out from the dull grey walls of Dublin and adding a much needed spark to the place. However, our favorite thing about Maser has to be his “Maser Loves You” campaign! If you keep an eye out, you’ll see that slogan sprayed everywhere across the city. It’s a really nice idea, positive slogans from a graffiti artist jumping out at you as you walk to work. Next time you venture down Georges Street have a look at the black shop across the road from Hogan’s and you’ll see where he has transformed an empty shop into his own little “Maser loves you” store.
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maser loves Now that we finally have a few up and coming graffiti artists around the city, the big corporate companies are sitting up and taking notice. So much so that Maser has been able turn his painting into a full time job. Some of his recent works involved him working with Playstation where he designed a personalized version of the PSP and designed and constructed their full window display. Last summer, for the launch of the Playstation 3 he was commissioned to do huge “This is living” pieces which were on display all across the city centre. He has also been busy doing artwork for Carhartt clothing, Diet Coke, Coors Lite and BT2. You’ll even see his artwork in the head offices of Google! Maser is definitely an artist dedicated to his work. He has been really busy for the last year trying to get his work on the walls and blank spaces around Dublin, throwing up new pieces and spreading his love. When I spoke to him, he guaranteed us his mission for the coming year is to absolutely cover Dublin in crazy graffiti that we’re all gonna love! And that definitely cant be a bad thing. He has an exhibition coming up in the next couple of months and a graffiti jam with barbeque and beers is also on the cards, we’ll keep you updated on where and when. So don’t forget Maser Loves You. Have a lil’ peek at his work and we’re 100% sure you’ll love him too!
WIN! WIN! WIN! 2 Sets of Southport Weekender tickets to give away! The friendly guys from the awesome Southport Weekender have given us two sets of passes to give away for their upcoming event in May, Southport 42. Headliners include Joe Claussell, Kerri Chandler, Joey Negro, Quentin Harris, Gilles Peterson, Dj Spen, Carl Craig, Mr Scruff and Soul II Soul Soundsystem, so its all set to be one hell of a 3 day bender! This event has been sold out since December so tickets are like gold-dust! The competition will run over both the March and April issues, giving you loads of time but please make sure you can attend before entering. Have a look at our review of Southport 41 on pages 16-20 to get your juices flowing... How many times a year is the Southport Weekender held? Simply email your answer to Comp@iNFLUX.ie with Southport Weekender in the subject line
A €150 order from PerfumeIreland.com to give away! PerfumeIreland.com love iNFLUX readers so much they’ve decided to treat you to a €150 order off their already heavily discounted website. You can use it to grab yourself perfume, aftershave, skincare or makeup products of your choice. So that’s one less rough looking iNFLUX reader doing the rounds. We hope... What is your favourite smell? Simply email your answer to Comp@iNFLUX.ie with Perfume Ireland in the subject line.
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