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Notorious Its the morning after and our girl is mortified. Words: Victoria Notaro
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est case scenario. It all starts with mad passion and reckless abandon. A kiss turns into something more, bodies become fused together like they’ll never be wedged apart and the animal in you takes over. And it’s all fabulous. Eventually you drift off into a satisfied sleep, warm and drowsy after all the eh…exertion. Flash forward. It’s eight in the morning, bright out and you’ve just woken up starkers. There’s a body in bed beside you, one that you were doing kinda carnal things to a few hours before. Things you might just be a wee bit self conscious about now the hormones have abated. It’s happened to the best of us. Well, those of us that bother to stay the night, anyway. You’ve slept with somebody for the first time (and in some cases, definitely the last time) and now that you’re feeling decidedly less sexual in the light of day, there’s room for another emotion. Mortification. There’s fear in almost every situation, unless you happen to be a supermodel. If it was a one night kinda thing, you’re wondering how to get to your knickers across the room without this stranger seeing your stretch marks. If it’s the start of what you hope to be a new relationship, you’re hoping the body that might have seemed fabulous and graceful in the twilight won’t make him puke in the stark light of day. Now I’m not just talking about body hang ups here. I’m also talking about morning breath, the biggest romance killer of all time. I get really annoyed when I see couples on TV waking up in full make-up without panda eyes and kissing their co-star passionately. This gives men a bad impression that all women should wake up ethereal and goddess like. We do not. I have distinct memories of waking up and wondering how to get out of bed in the nip and race to clean
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Photo courtesy of The Fury of Tim
terviewing the very enigmatic Sons and Daughters, The Fury of Tim and Los Campesinos! (check out the backpage if you fancy a free ticket to their next gig). For Fashion, we get to see what mature students think of Trinity’s fashion sense and we get a glimpse at the work of fashion students in NCAD. Last of all, this issue’s cover is dedicated to the upcoming Trinity Arts Festival, which is much anticipated by all!
I get really annoyed when I see couples on TV waking up in full make-up without panda eyes and kissing their co-star passionately.
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my teeth without yer man noticing. Water by the bed helps, but coupled with nerves, morning breath is a powerful creature. Another thing - what went on while you were asleep? I am both a cuddler and a talker. A friend of mine is a sweater. Another is a kicker. Adding a strange bed and a warm body to this mix might result in all of the above. I once had a very vivid dream which led me to talk aloud. I was having a conversation with somebody called Frank who happened to be on top of me in my subconscious. “Frank, Jesus, get off me! Not now. Frank, I’m serious, get off me!” Thankfully Himself and I had been together quite a while at this stage, and I assured him that there has and never will be (I hope) a man called Frank on top of me. Imagine that happened on the first night we spent together? Maybe putting on underwear after the throes of passion might help. Or even a t-shirt. Perhaps flannelette full length pyjamas, deodorant, mouthwash and ambient music to avoid vivid dreaming is in order? After all, a girl must be prepared. Here, lads, I’ll let you in on a secret. THAT’S what we keep in our gigantic handbags.
COLLEGE BANDS: The Fury of Tim
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or this issue, the exceedingly elusive Lara O’Connor has written a feature on relationships, Facebook style. Edibles gets inspired by the prospect of Shrove Tuesday, and gives you instructions on how to make the perfect pancake. If it’s recipies you’re after, then look out for our interview with Rachel Allen, who shares some of her favourite student dishes with TN2. Meanwhile, Hugh McCafferty has been busy in-
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ome people have compared The Fury of Tim to My Bloody Valentine and Mogwai. Although complimentary, such comparisons are inaccurate. Where My Bloody Valentine get the digs in early with an immediate blast of impenetrable noise, The Fury of Tim wear the listener down slowly, patiently, over the course of a song. Where Mogwai layer delicate harmonies over waves of distortion, The Fury of Tim pound out guitar mantras that seem to operate on a much more primal level. Drone rock, then, along the lines of Earth – but infinitely more listenable – might be a more apt description. “We actually brought in Earth CDs as a reference point when we were recording before Christmas,” guitarist John Kealy explains. Eager not to some across as too obscenely pretentious, he continues, “I think of music as texture. There are infinite ways of playing the same chord, depending on how you strike it, the effects you use etc.” “We’re not just interested in melody,” drummer Ronan Lyne takes over, “dynamics are especially important; we’re very riffbased.” Indeed, in a typical song, the band will take a riff and play it over and over again in an attempt to play it differently, somehow, every time. On paper, that may sound tedious, but in practise it can be mesmerising. And when the crescendos kick in, it’s not just for chinstrokers, either. “I used to imagine that fans of ours would be very much hardcore music fans, into obscure stuff, but I get surprised by the kind of people who react positively to us,” Ronan remarks. The band will be playing in the college chapel at this year’s Trinity Arts Festival. It will be a rare opportunity to hear them in a venue so well suited to their sound. At the moment, times and dates are unconfirmed, but it should take place on either the 12th or 13th of February- check out their website. www.furyoftim.com www.myspace.com/furyoftim