Conor Creighton is an Irish writer who lives in Berlin and spends his days researching bodily dysfunctions for brutecore adult novels. His debut should be out in 2009, assuming one of the many publishers realises that the dirty envelope at the bottom of the pile is solid gold. Conor recently spray-painted his mother’s car to look like a giant lollipop. Then he took it out across the continent in search of the European dream. He crashed the car in Belgium and his girlfriend left him, but Conor still maintains the dream is out there. For this issue, Conor worked on a fishing trawler in the Irish Sea. During which time he learned that smoking 30 a day is not so different to 50, and that everything you put in your mouth tastes like fish when you’re at sea.


2 thoughts on “Friends

  1. well creighton,

    you really are as big a wanker as they keep telling me in dublin…. might have to do with a failed literary career and your ability to contribute to the world by either taking your clothes off or ii) growing a beard ….or setting up an non existent band ……keep up the good work

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s