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Michael Rowlands

Fascist Fiestas and Criminal Communists

Spain resembles the Civil War period with fascists in the streets and Communists arrested for their views. By Michael Rowlands Just over a week after my article on why Spain isn’t the Utopia that James Rhodes propagandises for, Spain has delivered plenty of evidence to prove me right (unfortunately). With fascists in the streets and communists arrested for their beliefs, the ghost of Franco is still spooking around España, possessing and regressing the country back to the 1930s. So, what the fuck has been going on in Spain?  We begin with the ‘notorious Pablo Hasél finally being captured by officers

The New Citizenship & Book of James Rhodes

Un Camino Fácil para Rhodes (An Easy Road for Rhodes) With the final draft completed, the release of James Rhodes’ (not the alter ego of WarMachine of the same name, but the English concert pianist and expat living in Spain) newest book is imminent.  It will come as no surprise to anyone that follows any of his social media accounts or has seen him in the news, that the subject is España. If you don’t know him, Rhodes is Spain’s wingman into whooing the world on their humble behalf.  One of the few things I think James and I share

The Holly Jolly Fascist

Santa Claus, the authoritarian leader of Christmas. With his face branded, moulded, and printed onto literally any object possible, he is the winter poster child. Christmas would cease to exist if we ever lost Santa Claus at the hands of the inevitable brutal heart attack that awaits him.

Pulling pints and your fucking hair out

The hospitality industry was already fucked The world is a cocktail of misery; global pandemic, mass poverty, political chaos. The hospitality industry has taken a hard hit, with many establishments circling the drain of destruction. From dirty dive bars to hipster gin joints, they’re all struggling.The boots on the ground, the workers on the front line pouring your poison have never had it harder. But, they’ve never had it great to start with.  Bars and pubs are as rooted into British culture as much as the old alcoholic is rooted into his barstool, sipping away at his second breakfast pint

Cañas, Camareros & Cunts

The customer isn’t always right, but they’re often the problem. España, a country that gets very little respect from tourists and elitist immigrants; or ‘expats’ as they prefered to be named.  I fucking love Spain. I have hope that I can transform into a traditional Spanish Señor in time for my golden years. Accompanied by all the classics: the buttoned-down shirt that reveals a loose gold chain on a hairy, silver chest, the sun tarred skin, the unnecessary walking stick used to point rather than walk, and a perpetually burning cigar in the corner of my mouth. The siesta dream. 

BrewDog Beer: Sold Out – The capitalist venture behind the Anarchist aesthetic

BrewDog is fast becoming a global household name. Your own parents have likely swapped out the Stella Artois and a crisp Chardonnay for slamming high percent punk tinnies. The ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ sticker that had become a daily mantra of the household has now been replaced by a designer chic anarchist A.  by Michael Rowlands   Looking into the history of BrewDog has been a fucking mess at best, and at worst it has made me realise that I am most likely writing an article that has been written by many others and that originality in the 21st century is as