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Last Updated: 26/11/2008 15:37:16
Lee is a flamboyant and brilliant writer who's contributions to thisisull.com
include poetry, interviews, fiction and many articles.
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Album Reviews,Articles,Current Affairs,Music Reviews,Opinions,Poetry,Reviews,The Humber Mouth
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Poetry - The day the bombs went off by Lee Cassanell
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I watched my Dad explode last week
I couldn't help but laugh,
He'd bought an almond cake for tea and paid for a new bath
My mother cried
And so did I
He had a leek and tatty pie
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Poetry - Invisible Ink by Lee Cassanell
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A five year stretch
This sunken wreck
Has fresh sails hoisted high
His beard is trimmed
He's switched from gin
To Cuban Rum and lime,
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Poetry - The Bastard and the Bunny Girl by Lee Cassanell
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1am in the grass with a fist of Tequila
Four eyes on the sky say a prayer to the dealer
A tooth in my pocket,
The truth in her lips
That sang blooded from trips to the pavement
2am in the dark with a lung of Tobacco
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Current Affairs -
Election Wars 2: Enter the Candidates by Lee Cassanell
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Starring: Diana Johnson as - The Red Baron
Dennis Healy as - The Yellow Peril
Martin Dean as - Captain Planet
Lydia Rivlin as - The Blue Oyster
Co Starring: Mo as - Jimmy Olsen
Lee Cassanell as - Ronald McDonald
The Chanterlands Avenue Baptist Church Mafia as - Themselves
The Story so far....
Emperor Tony Blair declared war on
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Poetry - I © Hitler. By Lee Cassanell
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Not a good Man or Saint
But the Bastard could Paint
And his Moustache was pruned to perfection
He had funny ideas
About Jew boys and Queers
But his one ball maintained an erection
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Poetry - Dylan. By Lee Cassanell
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I'd say that I'm a gambler
A misled midnight rambler
A man of flaming visions,
Fleeting thoughts...
With heart as pure as vodka
I'd let you be my lodger
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Poetry - One Match Left. By Lee Cassanell
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What now for the boozers
The last of the users
The bastards
The blaggards
The boy's
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Poetry - I See Myself in You. By Lee Cassanell
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Nothing left but the breeze
That I felt on my face for a time,
Gone all my hopes
Disappeared with the smoke
To a place I can't fathom or find,
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Poetry - Perfection. By Lee Cassanell
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Your patience for passion
Is long out of fashion
You're thirsty for women and song,
She's taking forever
But get it together
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Poetry - Occasionally. By Lee Cassanell
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Sometimes I'm a Bastard
Sometimes I'm the Pope
Sometimes I don't bathe for days
Sometimes I drop the soap.
Sometimes my eyes are open
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Poetry - The Morning after... By Lee Cassanell
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Four in the morning your eyes start to flicker
Mouth is a mire of tobacco and liquor
What happened last night?
Who's to blame for the slaughter?
Lips stung and dry call for Aspirin and water.
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Poetry - How to Lose Friends and Alienate People
By Lee Cassanell
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I love you like a daydream
Like an opened pack of Rolos,
I love you like the summer
Like a Jimi Hendrix solo,
I love you like the ocean loves and laps at every wave,
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Poetry - 1000 Words By Lee Cassanell
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The Raven came over
Hair Down to her Shoulders
I asked her for something to Sip
She called me pathetic
Her Words so prophetic
As I pushed the Rum through my Lips
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Poetry - My first day at school By Lee Cassanell
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Do you believe in the devil? the black widow said,
As she kicked at my friend to make sure she was dead
I replied with a glare of disgust and defeat
And then closed the scared eyes of the girl at my feet..
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Poetry - Ballad of a Jack and Jill By Lee Cassanell
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The glare of the hot sun explodes in my face
A cigarette slow burns in takeaway waste,
I lie with the lights off in party smeared threads
Need coffee and OJ but can't feel my legs,
The jungle was massive that's why I'm so tired
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Poetry - The Aquanaut By Lee Cassanell
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A heartbreak hotel on the back streets of sin cross the road from a bar of hellfire
Awakened by horns songs of champagne and blondes are the essence of all he aspires
The Aquanaut swims through the excess of oil that cascade from the car pool of stars
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Poetry - On The Tiles By Lee Cassanell
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When I look back at the end of my life
I'll remember the night with my substitute wife
In a Tavern near Cork were the locals still talk
Of the Drinkers who crawled out the sea.
I came to that place with a harem of hippies
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Poetry - Confessions of a Codeine Smoker
By Lee Cassanell
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I sit with spiders
On Webs of Fly's
In rooms of damp and squalor
A coiled up spring
The mist I'm in
Will all clear by tomorrow
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Poetry - Long Green Overcoats and Late Night Holly Oakes
By Lee Cassanell
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Never smoke at dinner,
Never smoke at dawn,
Never smoke somebody's grass or mow somebody's lawn.
Never smoke your sister,
Never smoke your friends,
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Poetry - Indifference By Lee Cassanell
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I don't really have an opinion
Your troubles are not my concern,
I can't give a toss if your football team lost
Or get off on the money you earn
I don't really have an opinion
Your hair is all right I suppose,
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Single Reviews -
Single of Week - Cornershop Presents: Bubbley Kaur Topknot By Lee Cassanell
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Only in a world of George Bush and Sudanese Genocide could Busted be riding high in
the Charts with the theme from Thunderbirds so in the spirit of such rampant insanity
I've decided to make a little deal with you the good people of Kingston upon Hull.
Every Saturday I'm going
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Articles - The Soundtrack of my Life: Essex Girls and Electric Warriors By Lee Cassanell
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During the mid to late seventies my mother worked in the music department at
WH Smith which at that time was the place where most of Hulls record buying
public purchased the latest vinyl releases.
One her biggest claims to fame is that she arranged the promotional stand for a
little film
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Reviews, TV - Big Brother Exposed By Lee Cassanell
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If Kittens revolution had been supported by the rest of the housemates this years
Big Brother could have been one of the greatest television shows of all time.
Unfortunately, due to the anaemic sailor persona and an amazing lack of charisma, the
bi-sexual Che Guevara never quite managed too inspire
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The Humber Mouth 2004 - The Blockheads New Writing Festival
Hull Truck Tue June 22nd by Lee Cassanell.
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Special Guest Reviewers - Jenna Jameson - Adult movie Starlet, Jesus Christ - The son of God ™ and He-Man - Master of the Universe
A pale faced prostitute (Louisa Hutchinson) is torn between a sexually deviant superstore manger (Lee Green) and a Sean Connery impersonating pimp
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Articles - Sunset of the Cigarette By Lee Cassanell.
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The Israelis are bulldozing Palestinian Nursery schools, bald men are getting decapitated
by Muslim Radicals, American soldiers are beating and sodomising Iraqi prisoners,
The Pope (God's representative on Earth ) is half dead and drooling at the mouth,
the mentally disabled are being sent to the gas chambers in Texas, the average
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Music Reviews - The Cribs, 10000 Things and One Lick Less at The Adelphi Tuesday 4th May 04 by Lee Cassanell
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Tea is said to have been discovered in 2737 BC by a Chinese emperor when some tea leaves
accidentally blew into a pot of boiling water, and although this sounds as absurd as a nude
midget wrestling match in the middle of red square, apparently it's true.
I went to see a band the other night at the Adelphi called the Cribs.
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Reviews, Films - Bring me Sunshine - Eternal sunshine of a spotless Mind By Lee Cassanell
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I believe that it's much easier to make people laugh than it is to make them cry and if you look back over all the films you've seen in your life, I'll wager that the ones you shed tears over are your secret favourites.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is one of those movies and although I wasn't quite blubbing like
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Poetry - Care less? & No Matter By Lee Cassanell
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No matter what you do
No matter who you are,
No matter if you play the fool or even play guitar.
No matter if you talk to trees and they don't answer back,
No matter if your Girlfriend leaves or you don't pot the black,
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Reviews, Films - Are you Passionate? By Lee Cassanell
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I recently saw The Passion of Christ; the Mel Gibson film that portrays the last 12 hours of the life of Jesus of Nazareth who Christians believe was the Messiah of ancient prophecy.
The film was beautifully shot, highly stylised, Jim Caviezel born to play Old JC and it had the added bonus of Monica Bellucci
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Reviews, Films - Here comes the Bride - Kill Bill Volume 2 By Lee Cassanell
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Juicy junior..real Juicy.. Joe Cabot (Reservoir Dogs)
For those of you who've been holidaying on the sun for the past few months, Kill Bill is the latest offering from
Quentin Tarantino who as far as I'm concerned is the most important and influential director of the last
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Poetry - You can take the boy out of the council estate...
By Lee Cassanell
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Pass me a chocolate,
Make mine a tea.
Eyes on the tele
Plate on your knee.
Kids in the garden
Shirts in the wash
Caring if Beckhams cheating on Posh.
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Poetry - Chip Shop Woman by Lee Cassanell
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On Fridays and Mondays
And some times on Sundays
I enter your chamber of grease,
The waft of your Haddock
Lures me from my paddock
To lands of chip butties and cheese.
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Music Reviews - Night of the Sidewinder - Silhouette Club 24th January 04 By Lee Cassanell
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Sidewinder have the moves and the tunes to become the darlings of the Hull Music scene which is exploding with milky white talent at this present moment in time.
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by Lee Cassanell
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I could not be more obvious,
It echoes from my eyes,
I'm always semi conscious,
I can't help telling lies.
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My father was a butcher,
My mother easy meat,
I strolled the streets of childhood,
With sandals on my feet.
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