I’m not sure how I missed this news, but legendary Pogues singer Shane MacGowan got himself a new grill. It just seems wrong somehow. Half the man’s appeal was his teetering on the brink of drinking himself to death, slurring his lyrics, and making the rest of humanity feel a lot better about themselves. Nothing served as a better reminder of the man’s fuck-all attitude than his jacked up grill. Now that his mouth won’t frighten away certain portions of the opposite sex and small children, it almost feels like a betrayal. It’s as though someone edited out the cracks and pops in all my Pogues albums and didn’t have the nerve to tell me.
I will miss this face: