The Slate?

Sir Digby Chicken Caesar

hah! that was a trick question

moved to dublin forum.

studiorat

MistressMord wrote: »

hah! that was a trick question

moved to dublin forum.

culchie

Sir Digby Chicken Caesar

jackeen

studiorat

*posts cartman "syg's I'mGH"*

lightening

I worked on the last issue (not on the creative side of things, more pagination and layout... the boring part) It was sort of a best of.... hilarious stuff.
Remember "the Fun Loving Criminals" were constantly touring in Ireland? The Slates Review:

"These fat bald cvnts are back again...."

Of course the "Blacks in the jacks" article made it in to the tabloids.

studiorat

MistressMord wrote: »

so, this was a Dublin magazine then?

Actually I don't really know,
I remember I was sharing a house with a couple of people from Carlow at the time, my flatmate was a big fan of it.

Zascar

I know (knew) the two guys who run the slate. They are still around and still writing. Actually they now produce a newsletter that goes out by emiail called "My Little Piebald" - its quite funny.

Email "Subscribe" to mylittlepiebald@gmail.com to get put on the mailing list.

If enough people want it I'll throw all the mails I have into a word doc and upload it...

lightening

MistressMord wrote: »

so, this was a Dublin magazine then?

Everyone was allowed read it, people from rural Ireland, Dublin people, black people....

sack lunch

Zascar wrote: »

I know (knew) the two guys who run the slate. They are still around and still writing. Actually they now produce a newsletter that goes out by emiail called "My Little Piebald" - its quite funny.

Email "Subscribe" to mylittlepiebald@gmail.com to get put on the mailing list.

If enough people want it I'll throw all the mails I have into a word doc and upload it...

I get mylittlepiebald every week. It's deadly, recommended.

MementoMori

Mods: you might want to get rid of the whole editor is a <SNIP> thing, as it's blatantly untrue.

The team behind Slate were the same team being Mongrel. As far as I'm aware most of the team were/are still working in journalism/meedja around Dublin i.e have sold out. Once Mongrel folded they pimped their "talents" to the main stream press - I think the editor had a colum for either Sunday Trib or Sat Irish Times at one stage (post Mongrel)

There is absolutely no chance of it "coming back" - there was rumour of
"a best of" cash-in at one stage but I'd say the possibility of this is pretty much dead at this stage.

Ironically twas probably blogs/ d'internet which killed the beast.

That is all

AnonoBoy

My Little Piebald is only alright. Bit of a laugh but not as good as The Slate.

One of the writers in particular is making it pretty obvious that he writes it. Could land himself in a bit of trouble considering where he works.

Nolanger

They used to rip apart all these big-name International dance DJs who were playing Dublin. Complete opposite of what you'd read in the mainstream press. Always got the impression The Slate actually knew more about the clubbing scene than other Irish publications did.

BigWilly

Used to love this mag. Still have a few of the good ones like The Top Ten Drugs in Ireland Ever and the Blacks in the Jacks one. Pity it folded but I'm sure it was alot of work for zero money.

Fair play to them for doing it as long as they did though.

Pen1987

Was it anything to do with this american mag? www.slate.com

MementoMori

Pen1987 wrote: »

Was it anything to do with this american mag? www.slate.com

Nope - absolutely nothing to do with that site

rovert

I miss it so

JoeSchmoe

here's the last issue

http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v660/deadbeat1/slate%20last%20issue/?albumview=grid

Zascar

Here is today's issue of My Little Piebald

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M Y L I T T L E P I E B A L D
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Issue No 18
Thursday 2 October 2008


Email subscribe to
mylittlepiebald@gmail.com
to have this sent to your
inbox every Thursday


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++++++++++++++ M I S T E R M A J E S T E R I U M +++++++++++
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::: IRISH ASSOCIATION OF BANKERS
INTERNAL MEMO – STRICTLY PRIVATE :::

Dear members,

That was a close shave, what! For a few days it looked like
some of our great financial institutions might hit the wall.
But thankfully Joe Taxpayer has finally done something useful
with himself and bailed us out of this unfortunate mess,
which was created entirely by international forces that are
beyond our control. Now it's time to repay the state, by
getting filthy rich and having the run of the country again!

Here is our Association's step-by-step plan to getting
banking back on its feet.


1. Get the chairman off the golf course and onto the
airwaves where he'll have to keep a straight face and say that
this deal is not the exchequer bailing out a load of greedy,
reckless assholes-in-suits, but rather something that benefits
every citizen of Ireland.


2. Phone the repo man and tell him you want the Jag back
pronto.


3. Offer 120 per cent mortgages to anyone who is intelligent
enough to negotiate those annoying time-locked doors we have
installed in branches around the country.


4. Ring Michael Lynn and tell him all is forgiven


5. Advise the Government that curbs on executive pay, and
all these other communist-era ideas that are going around at the
moment, will result in another crisis – this time one where an
unencrypted laptop with the Cabinet's private account details
will be lost in the vicinity of the Irish Independent newsroom.


6. Affix signs with 'Liquidity is back!' alongside a
picture of some Dom Perignon in all branches nationwide


Happy days are here again!

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::: CHARITY RIP-OFF OF THE WEEK :::

Now that Wildchild Originals on Georges St and Habitat have been
chased out of town, you might think that the era of expensive, ****
furniture is nearing an end. Think again: now even Oxfam are at it,
with this 'antique' (i.e. rickety and broken) chest of drawers for sale
in their Oxfam Home shop on Francis St for €400.

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::: TV THIS WEEK :::

RTE 1's latest afternoon disaster, Seoige begins on Monday at
4.25pm. Not if Grainne and Sile fellate a Jack Russell live on
air with the scissor sisters juggling a penis in the background
will this be worth tuning into. Come back Joe, all is forgiven!...
Gerry Ryan brazenly continues with his awful Ryan Confidential
series, which must be in its sixty eighth year at this point.
Angie, George Best's ex-wife is the victim this week, although
it is hard to have sympathy for her seeing as she has yet to
disown her son Calum, easily the most obnoxious thing to emerge
from a woman since the final scene of Alien 3…Elsewhere, the dire
Anna Nolan 'investigates teenage life' (My Generation, Tuesday,
Network 2), and TV3's terrible-sounding documentary series How
The Irish Have Sex broadcasts its first episode, also on Tuesday.


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::: CHEAPO PEACHES TO NUMB THE DRUM :::

London 'DJ' Peaches Geldof will prove her credibility today by
performing alongside Ryan Tubridy's house band at the €1.3m
relaunch of House of Fraser Dundrum. A HoF spokeswoman said they
chose Peaches because she doesn't cost "a huge amount compared to
Sophie [Ellis Bextor]," who they normally use.

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::: RANDOM UPCOMING EVENTS THIS WEEK :::

Today is the first ever All Ireland Poetry Day. Fortunately it will
be largely restricted to pretentiousness hotspots like Grogan's pub
and that lame bookshop on the corner of Dame St and Grafton St...
Island records founder Chris Blackwell is being interviewed in
Trinity College tomorrow night. Credited with discovering U2, Bob
Marley and bringing reggae to the world, Blackwell has a massive
list of enemies within the music business, including Peter Tosh (now dead)
and Lee Perry…For any blatant southsiders, there is a Festival of
World Food going on in Marlay Park all weekend…On Saturday, there
is an 'anti-foie gras protest' outside the Pearl Brasserie on Merrion
Street at 6pm. The following day, these food-hating dipsticks will
hold an animal rights rally the whole way through Dublin...


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::: SNITCH'S HOTLINE GOES NATIONWIDE :::

The government has just launched a 24 hour nationwide hotline which
people can ring when they come across, at first hand, the shocking
and deadly spectacle of on-street drug-dealing. If you see somebody
hanging around on a street corner with a baseball cap, or somebody
handing something to somebody else in Temple bar – both sure-fire
signs of drug dealing – ring 1800 220 220 now. You'll be doing the
city a favour, as well as increasing the overtime bill at the Garda
Statistics Massage unit.

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::: MORE UPCOMING BULL**** :::

Monday sees the courts back in action after their obscenely long
holidays ...Also on Monday, the Wispa bar goes back
on permanent sale, thanks apparently to some sad assholes who
ran a campaign on Facebook to bring it back, although it is very
likely that they were just a front for the marketing dept of
Cadburys...Even less uplifting is the fact that Oasis have a new
album out, also on Monday...


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::: HOW TO FIND A HUSBAND IN DUBLIN, PART 3
AVOCA CAFE, SUFFOLK ST :::

THE SCENE
The café in Avoca Handweavers may seem like an unlikely place to bag a
man, filled as it is with ruthless rich women in their 30s and 40s who
are desperate for either a husband or an affair. Follow our guide, though,
and you could be the lucky lady who emerges from this shark pit with a
man between her teeth.

THE COMPETITION
This will be intense. Most of the other women in Avoca will have husbands
who cannot maintain an erection without a jar of Viagra and a picture of
Thelma Mansfield to hand. Hence, any man who strays into the café area –
even Marty Morrissey or George Hook – will probably be jumped on. Have
some dirty tricks ready. For instance, place an expensive teapot in the
handbag of the prettiest woman in the room and then call security. This
will take the cow out of the game, as well as creating a talking point for
you and any potential suitors.

STALKING YOUR PREY
The café downstairs is your best place to lie in wait. By the time your
target makes it there, he will be confused and dizzy from all the cashmere
baby blankets, lettuce-coloured cardigans and boxes of granola the size of
a coffin. Offer to help him with the menu and sympathise as he tells you he
only came in looking for his incontinent mother's birthday present.
If possible, find out where he's parked. The Royal College of Surgeons car
park or the RIAC on Dawson St indicate a prime catch. The Ilac Centre means
he probably drives a Skoda or Nissan, both strict no-nos. Once you have his
confidence, playfully suggest he drives you out to the Forty Foot for a
post-lunch swim and a glass or five of Chablis. Alternatively you could
decamp to somewhere a little quieter, such as a suite at the Dylan Hotel,
and remember girls, love is a verb, not a noun!

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+++++++++++++++ GOING OUT THIS WEEK +++++++++++++++++
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TODAY
Seun Kuti, The Village. The son of 70s Nigerian pioneer Fela Kuti
carries on the family tradition of politically charged native music.
Expect a chin-stroking whites-only crowd as the African community
dances away to chart rnb on the northside.
Step On, RiRa. New clubnight dedicated to Madchester and baggy
indie-rock nostalgia - perfect for RiRa which has barely had a lick
of paint since it opened in the early 90s
David O'Doherty, Vicar St.
The Redwalls, Crawdaddy. Britpop and Beatles-fixated losers from
Chicago.
JK Ensemble Sessions, The Button Factory. Lyric FM's John Kelly
curates an evening of jazz, classical and avant-garde from Bill
Carrothers, Carly Sings, Chequerboard and more.

TOMORROW
The Charlatans, The Academy. Have largely ditched their early
psychedelic pop for plodding sub-Dylan workouts. Singer Tim
Burgess DJs afterwards.
Steve Winwood, Tripod. Like Rod Stewart, Winwood squandered his
outstanding white soul voice in favour of dollar-chasing commercial
cack in the 80s. To make matters worse, he's ended up with less
birds, less money and somehow even less cred than Rod.
Art Garfunkel, Vicar St (and Saturday). Testical-free falsetto over
creepy solo hits like Bright Eyes.
Crookers, Spy. Current dance music flavour of the month from Italy.
Will remind you why Pat Kenny provides your Friday night
entertainment these days.

SATURDAY
Hot Press presents The Music Show, RDS (and Sunday). Ireland's
infamous ad-bloated ****rag throws a self-congratulatory bash that's
of no interest to anyone outside the industry. Performances from the
usual Irish suspects (The Blizzards, Ham Sandwich, Damien Dempsey)
and a few talks from washed up managers and musicians.
Telepathe, Whelans. Electro folk lesbians.

SUNDAY
Stay in and watch Glenroe on youtube.

MONDAY
Bodies Of Water, Whelans. Progressive folk rock with hints of The
Arcade Fire and Kate Bush. Spiky, unsettling and well worth a listen.

TUESDAY
Nothing at all.

WEDNESDAY
South Rakkas Crew, The Button Factory. Spacey electronic dancehall
reggae made - fairly bizarrely - by a bunch of Canadian lads in
Florida.
Plastic Little, Whelans. Mutant hip-hop that's rowdily inventive.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+++++++++++ D E A T H T O T H E D O N K E Y ++++++++++++
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My Little Piebald is out every Thursday
Get it by emailing subscribe to Mylittlepiebald@gmail.com.



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WindSock

Zascar wrote: »

Follow our guide, though,
and you could be the lucky lady who emerges from this shark pit with a
man between her teeth.

Oh crap, I can't stop trying to suppress my laughter at that bit. I'm subscribing....:D

Branoic

Ah yes, I remember the "Great Blacks in the Jacks Controversy" - that was epic! All these indignant politicians and right-minded citizens offended by the article while COMPLETELY MISSING THE POINT! Brilliant.

Gaspode

Never heard of it. WTF is it?

Climate Expert

This is great, how long has mylittlepiebald been going? Its as if they never went away.

WindSock

Branoic wrote: »

Ah yes, I remember the "Great Blacks in the Jacks Controversy" - that was epic! All these indignant politicians and right-minded citizens offended by the article while COMPLETELY MISSING THE POINT! Brilliant.

Found this old thread here http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/archive/index.php/t-46785.html

I think I still have that particular magazine. Was it really shut down because of it?

AnonoBoy

WindSock wrote: »

Found this old thread here http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/archive/index.php/t-46785.html

I think I still have that particular magazine. Was it really shut down because of it?

No. They stopped publishing because they weren't making any real money off it and they all went on to bigger and more profitable things.

Zascar

AnonoBoy wrote: »

No. They stopped publishing because they weren't making any real money off it and they all went on to bigger and more profitable things.

Not really. They were never in it for the money. They fade fcuk all money out of it, they did not even pay some of the writers. It was for the fun and the perks that came with it. Personally I always though that if they had of changed a few things they could have 'commercialised' on it and made some decent cash, but this was not in the spirit of why they did it.

They went on to more serious jobs but they were not exactly selling out...

Degsy

Great stuff.
Probably the best irish magazine since is stopped doing fanzines years ago.
Remember the famous cover "Micky Joe Harte's mobile number is:............."then they published the number and said "Give him a call before he knows we have it"!
I rang it too late and the number was taken off,there was a message from his management company on voicemail instead.
Regular features included "Summer Pill watch...rolexes have been giving people stomach cramps and bad diarheaha..one user described it as "like having a cattle prod wedged up yer hole".

Climate Expert

I have about ten issues here in my house. I've always thought about scanning and uploading them. Maybe get together a complete collection.

WindSock

AnonoBoy wrote: »

No. They stopped publishing because they weren't making any real money off it and they all went on to bigger and more profitable things.

Ahh, so the more money you make, the less cynical you become? :pac:

stovelid

Zascar wrote: »

M Y L I T T L E P I E B A L D


Seun Kuti, The Village. The son of 70s Nigerian pioneer Fela Kuti
carries on the family tradition of politically charged native music.
Expect a chin-stroking whites-only crowd as the African community
dances away to chart rnb on the northside.

AnonoBoy

WindSock wrote: »

Ahh, so the more money you make, the less cynical you become? :pac:

Not saying that at all.

I know full well that they didn't do it for the money - but there's only so long you can put your energy into something like that before you need to move on to other things.