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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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September 2006 Archives

The RIGHT way to respect the dead (cops, please note)

September 24, 2006 6:56 PM

NO matter how coarse, brutal and stupid British society becomes ... our belief in showing respect for the dead remains strong.
And I’m glad about that because it is a sign of hope for the chaotic present and our uncertain future.
We are right to expect others to show respect for a dead person, even if those ‘others’ didn’t know the dead person very well.
We know in our bones that it is right to make some gesture of sympathy or solidarity when a member of our community dies.
But to show respect for the dead ought to be a voluntary, instinctive act.
If you attempt to bully people into showing respect – as has happened in Norris Green and Croxteth, Liverpool, in recent days – then you invalidate the gesture totally.

Discord and sneers ... welcome to the pub singalong

September 21, 2006 3:35 PM

IT WAS a rum sort of night I spent supping with Alberre in Hell’s Waiting Room recently.
There was live music a-plenty but also a fair bit of friction too.
As someone who has done performance poetry in London, I can see now that musicians can be just as bitchy about each other’s abilities as are poets.
Regular Waiting Room minstrel Rocky Geetar was joined by a group of musicians of a more, shall we say, restrained style of playing.
They all rubbed along all right at first, but tetchiness soon crept in as the folky-type musicians (the new arrivals that night) felt Rocky Geetar was taking up too much of the available performance time.

'Pour Misty For Me'

September 17, 2006 11:03 PM

THERE’S something intrinsically sad about tribute bands. All they really manage to do is provide a (usually) imperfect soundtrack for nostalgia.
And nostalgia, while it can be harmless, is often depressing ultimately.
Nevertheless, I cheerfully went off to see a band called Jeepster recently.
Yes, older readers will have guessed, they were an ersatz version of T Rex.

Big Gob addresses the big issues

September 13, 2006 2:43 PM

THERE is a marked lack of confidence among the opinion formers in British society about who we are as a nation and what we can achieve.
There is also a wider lack of confidence in the air about the West as a civilisation whose values will endure.
Only a few years ago, key cultural commentators were all talking about “the triumph of the West”, meaning the supremacy of the values of Europe, North America, Australia and a few other places over all the other systems and cultures in the world.
Around the globe the West had established freedom under the rule of law in stable nation states which had harmonious societies, and where tolerance, relative prosperity and universal education would seemingly endure for centuries to come.
But looking at the West now, things seem very different and talk of "triumph" foolish.
Our consumerism and material addictions are out of control.
We seem decadent and foolish in our sexual posturing and use of drugs.

Abortion alert: it’s the drink talking (in vino veritas)

September 6, 2006 4:49 PM

THERE was a chill in the air when I walked into the Waiting Room, New Brighton, the other night.
For I had done what no-one is ever supposed to do on Merseyside.
I’d criticised The Beatles. Actually, I hadn’t, not really, but everyone was convinced I had.
So there was much tut-tutting at the bar when I walked in. The chill turned to a deep freeze as more people clocked me through the smoke-fugged air. Much shaking of grizzled old heads. Fleshy jowls wobbling in indignation.
Yes, the women weren’t at all pleased.

Whistle while you work (I don’t think so…)

September 4, 2006 11:40 AM

SO many people of my generation (the 40-pluses) are utterly fed up with the world of work – regular, paid, five-days-a-week work, that is.
Their jobs bore them and tire them out. Their jobs keep them away from their families. They hate their jobs.
Such people are termed 'middle-escents' – i.e. a middle-aged adolescents who find almost everything about modern life boring and irrelevant, and work especially so.
The only thing they want to do, in relation to the structures of work and civic life which surround them, is sneer and take the p***.

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

August 2006 is the previous archive.October 2006 is the next archive.

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