Last week, we asked you to select your favourite song recorded by The Pogues excluding Fairytale of New York.
A Golden Discs voucher worth TWENTY FIVE euros was up for grabs so the competition was particularly intense.
But there could only be one winner.
In reverse order so:
The Sick bed of Cuchulainn (1985)
Liam Deliverance writes:
” Not including Fairytale, the finest song The Pogues ever recorded is The Sick Bed Of Cuchulain. Musically it has not a lot to recommend it although it’s hard to dislike the slow-fast-slow-fast style typical of Pogues tracks and the witty and rambunctious delivery. Lyrically though, magnificent. No-one else but Mr McGowan could write a song like this. Lyrics here…
Al Jeers writes:
‘Not including Fairytale, the finest song The Pogues ever recorded is Worms. It’s the last track from “If I Should Fall from Grace with God” and there’s a very long gap between the penultimate track and so it arrives horribly and unexpectedly. It’s a musical approximation of the horrors. I kind of like it.
The Broad Majestic Shannon (1988)
Pat Walsh writes:
Not including the magnificent A Fairytale Of New York, the finest song recorded by The Pogues is The Broad Majestic Shannon from their second album because even though it has some similarities to the tune of Fairytale, it also stands apart from it & because it captures the memories of the summers that Shane spent visiting his relations in Tipperary when he was a young fella. Liam Clancy also does a great version of the song.
Daisy Chainsaw writes:
Not including Fairytale, the finest song The Pogues ever recorded is Fiesta because I pogo round the place like a lunatic to it… and then wonder why my knees need replacing!
The best Pogues song would be Fiesta, Preachers pub on Washington Street in Cork was once owned by a guy called Ted, Ted loved the song but the regulars loved it more and at random points in the night Ted would blast it up on the stereo to which the crowd would go berserk , dancing on seats and tables…….. ahhh the good old days.
White City (1989)
White City is an Irish tune about Shane’s love of London. Best, maddest gig, I was ever at was seeing them in Dec 1988 in Brixton Academy. Kirsty McCall guested and one of the guys I was with went missing for three days, on the night. He met a girl from Reading and went on a major session. Turned up on the Sunday totally blasé. Honourable mentions to Body of an American, The Old Main Drag, A Pair of Brown Eyes and Thousands Are Sailing.
A Pair Of Brown Eyes (1985)
Orla Smith writes:
Not including Fairytale, the finest song The Pogues ever recorded is…I love them all but it has to be A Pair of Brown Eyes – it’s Shane’s anti-war song that rivals ‘Waltzing Matilda’. Cait’s smokey harmonies comforting Shane’s raspy sorrowful tone, arguably the best example of how he actually could sing back in the day.
The song has everything the Pogues were all about. Shane’s song writing is unrivaled but when it’s combined with the genius and musicality the rest of the gang are blessed with – it’s pure magic. I saw them when I was nine, snuck into The Stadium on South Circular Road by me auntie’s in 1991 and it set me up for life!
“Haunted is sung by Cait O’Riordan and was first featured on the soundtrack to Alex Cox’s Sid & Nancy back in 1986. In many ways its the best thing about the movie – though I’ve always had a soft spot for Gary Oldman’s Sid Vicious. The song’s got one of McGowan’s most beautiful lyrics and its chorus of, “I want to be haunted by the ghost of your precious love” is pretty spine-tingling stuff. Is it as good as A Rainy Night In Soho? Hmmm.”
A Rainy Night In Soho (1986)
Harry Molloy writes;
A Rainy Night in Soho because it’s simply a lovely bit of songwriting and a simple but beautiful piece of music.
In a partnership like no other, Cork’s Franciscan Well brewery and Dublin’s Aungier Danger donuts and deli are collaborating to bring a masterfully crafted donut and beer marriage to the public,
The first of the two quirky creations, sees Rebel Red accompanied by a salty sweet donut kick with a burst of raspberry madness. This donut delight is best washed down with the malty Franciscan Well rebel to leave a silky sweet finish.
The other acclaimed arrival is the Chieftain IPA paired donut in which tropical fruit sweetness of Chieftain will be matched with a smokey bacon and wicked sweet blueberry taste sensation.
The two dangerously tasty variations will be available as part of an exclusive sampling campaign in over 50 selected outlets in Dublin and Leinster from 5th May for a limited time only.
To celebrate this nom-tastic partnership we have SIX cans of Fran Well beer plus holders and coolers to giveaway to a Broadsheet reader.
To enter, just complete this sentence.
‘Cork craft beer and tasty Dublin donuts go together like_____________and_____________________’
All you had to do was fill in the following sentence.
“…And the award for least-deserving Academy Award ever goes to_____________________________________[name of movie, actor/actress, etc]’
*tears open envelope*
Liam Deliverance: “The award for least-deserving Academy Award ever goes to My Fair Ladywhich robbed Dr. Strangelove (How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb) for the best picture Oscar in 1965. The former was directed by George Cukor and was the tale of “Eliza Doolittle”, played by Audrey Hepburn, an over long yarn (almost 3 hours) about a cockney flower seller who was taught to talk proper like in a rags to riches borefest. Dr Strangelove, directed by Stanley Kubrick, was a satirical look at nuclear conflict between the US and Russia during the cold war era. It is a film that is very funny despite the seriousness of the subject matter, it lives long in the memory and is a classic that should be watched by all.”
Clampers Outside: “The award for least-deserving Academy Award ever goes toForrest Gump’s 1994 ‘Best Picture’ win…. beating both Pulp Fiction AND The Shawshank Redemption…. a travesty, in fairness…. but life’s like that, like a box of chocolates.”
Ben: “The award for the least deserving Academy Award goes to…Sandra Bullock in The Blind Side (2009). I’ve nothing against the film. It’s the kind of movie you would happily sit through on TV on a rainy Sunday afternoon, but it – or its cast – are about as deserving of an Oscar as Coronation Street.”
I’m not sure if you’ll remember me but I was in touch last year (around Sept). I had just started my pet portrait business and you ran a competition on Broadsheet. A lovely girl named Clare won a portrait of her dog Buddy.
Since then I have decided to leave my part time job and make try to make a success of Pawpawpawpawprints. I feel that a lot of the success and confidence in the idea came down to that promotion.The response was wonderful, it really helped to spread the word. Thank you.
I was wondering if you would like to run another competition for a free framed portrait for one of your readers? I think we could all do with a bit of cheering up this week.
To enter just complete this sentence:
‘I very badly need a portrait of my pet_________________owing to________________________________________’
Last week’s Golden Discs voucher giveaway was a disaster.
The winning song should have ran last Sunday, Father’s Day.
Bodger slipped up massively. He is very sorry.
The winner of the €25 Golden Discs voucher in last week’s competition is Stephen F, who penned for his dad the following.
For Fathering Sunday, please give the Golden Discs voucher to my father Robin and play him ‘A Whiter Shade Of Pale’ by Procol Harum while you’re at it. It is his favourite song from the 60’s and remind our family of trips to France on the ferry from Rosslare when we were young, listening to ‘Our Generation’, on a 4 tape 60’s compilation my parents bought over the phone long before online record shops were even a thing, as we travelled further south through France…
Bertie Blenkinsop: “For Father’s Day please play “My Old Man” by Ian Dury & The Blockheads as it’s a gorgeous, heartwarming tune that says the things you wouldn’t have the nerve to say to your Da.”
Starina: “For Fathering Sunday, please give the Golden Discs voucher to my father John and play him Johnny Cash’s ‘Folsom Prison Blues‘ cos when we were driving through Folsom a couple years ago he wouldn’t let me play the song in the car because ‘I won’t have country and western in my truck!’.”
Me Myself I: “For Fathering Sunday, please give the Golden Discs voucher to my father Tom and play him ‘Madonna – Papa Don’t Preach’ while you’re at it because I’m male and gay so it would confuse the hell out of him (the keeping the baby part, not the being gay and playing a Madonna song, that’s fairly standard!)”