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Steve Regan is a writer who lives in New Brighton. He’s a performance poet and a rebel. He drinks in a pub he calls Hell’s Waiting Room and a late bar known as The Lost Weekend. Steve has an unusual take on modern life – as you’ll discover …

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June 2006 Archives

Quality writers V musical morons and telly trollops

June 28, 2006 1:48 PM

EACH weekday I drive along the soul-corroding M53 to my job in the posh village of Aldford near Chester.
Usually I have the car radio tuned to Wirral's Buzz 97.1.
I'm masochistic that way.
But I'm fast getting sick of the station's weirdly restricted playlist.
You can only take the nasally whine of those McFly boys so many times without going mad.

Coarse women, sacking off Liverpool, and a BSc in sarcasm

June 26, 2006 12:25 PM

GENUINE feminists must be feeling mightily uncomfortable in their dungarees over the ugly way equality of the sexes has turned out in reality.
What's happened is a terrible coarsening of young women's behaviour.
There is a graceless swagger about some women these days when they are drunk, which is often.

My sweet, sour, flaky night in Madford-on-Sea

June 23, 2006 4:12 PM

LAST Wednesday night I did not want to go to The Lost Weekend late bar.
But it's precisely when you don't wish to go there, that you really ought to. That's what I find.
So I went. And I'm glad I did...

Come ON England - in every sense

June 20, 2006 3:08 PM

IF YOU love your country - and we all should - you will also be ashamed of it at times and aware of its shortcomings.
It seems to me that England has always been a rough old nation and it's getting rougher.
The things that make life hard to endure here - such as yobbery, violence and anti-social behaviour - are on the rise.
That is beyond doubt and a cause for great worry and shame.
The fundamental problem is that the civil authorities can't, won't or daren't trust the public to behave themselves.

My poem for New Brighton

June 15, 2006 3:28 PM

So take our monumental past,
Of happy memories which last,
And smash it, smash it really fast,
Leaving piles of dust.

A swell evening, Tallulah ...

June 12, 2006 5:24 PM

THE weekend saw some rum old fun in the sun in Madford-on-Sea.
First of all, Hell's Waiting Room was absolutely packed on Saturday night with musicians, including some of the hey-nonny-nonny, beard-stroking folkie tendency, unfortunately.
But there was also good rumbustious Irish music from Reckless Elbow, who perform all around Wirral and even beyond the boundaries of this peculiar peninsula.

Why we should all respect the British Army

June 9, 2006 8:57 PM

WHO would be a British soldier in this age of post-colonial guilt, blame culture and a  very nasty, anti-military sentiment?
Well, until quite recently, lots of young men and women still wanted to sign up.
They wanted the top quality skills training that the British Army gives.
They also possessed that impressive but old-fashioned virtue - a belief in service to our nation.

Being shabby on the telly ... and in Hoylake

June 6, 2006 4:33 PM

I AM just returned from another trip to London, where I took part in a presentation of a new telly show to ITV executives.
Oh, yes, my dears, I do have another career of sorts, as an opinionated gob***** on the telly.
Because, you see, while my vocation as a journalist has so far been less than a rip-roaring success (the highest positions I soared to were Chief Reporter of the Methodist Recorder and TV Previews Writer for the Daily Star) I can claim a sustained if somewhat bizarre presence on national TV.

This page contains an archive of all entries posted to Steve Regan’s Last Resort in the June 2006. They are listed from oldest to newest.

May 2006 is the previous archive.July 2006 is the next archive.

Many more can be found on the home page or by looking through the archives.