Things To Do In England When You're Dead

Yesterday I took upon my first grave homage, visiting the late, great Phil Lynott of Thin Lizzy, out in Sutton, a short DART ride from Dublin city centre.

I wasn't quite sure what one was to do on such visits, I took a photo of course (This one isn't mine, although I do have a new digital camera), and I felt it appropriate to listen to my favourite Thin Lizzy tune, "Cowboy Song". What a great concept, a half caste Irish man writing about the loneliness of living out in the Wild West. Thing is, he nails it, it's one of the great rock tunes of all time, right up there with Overkill and Killing In The Name Of.

There where a fair few moments left about the place, necklesses, sunglasses, standard rocker stuff, but fashion bands to? I left a tragus ring, a purple titanium one, so don't go nicking it. It was all I had handy .


For anybody making the homage, you take the DART to Sutton, take the left out the station, and just keep on going till you see a cemetery on your right, it's a fair walk but a nice view of Dublin Bay on the way. The plot is the last one on the right, and the grave is in the far left of said plot, Row I if I remember correctly, and it's easy enough to spot as it has a lot of flowers.

Paying homage at the new stature of Phil is next on the list, even if it does look rather more like Jimi Hendrix than Mr. Lynott.

While looking up the directions to the grave I was really disappointed to find a white power group, Stormfrtont White Nationlists complaining about the statue and talking of desecrating it. Reading their posting, their ignorance overwhelms me. First of, them spell Lynott wrong, it's one N and two T's, and who on earth calls themselves "Racialists"? Dubbing yourself with a word made up by Chris Morris, in either Brass Eye or The Day Today, I forget which, is a sure fire way to look ridiculous.