Photos from DE and S MacG’s week in Tangier, early December 2005. I’ll upload one or two a day.
Here, Mr O’Boyle, landlord of The Boogaloo and general saint to fragile outsiders, joins myself and Mr MacG on the terrace of the Hotel Continental. He stayed for the weekend.
Here’s Mr MacGowan in his hotel room, re-reading Finnegan’s Wake. Deliciously, he was allocated Room 101 at the excellent ghost-ridden Hotel Continental in the Medina. Note that his bedfellow is not a person, but a pile of books. I get annoyed when some people compare Mr MacG to Ozzy Osbourne or the late George Best, as if all legendary over-indulgers are alike. I doubt those other two notably dissipated names are as literary-inclined as Mr MacG, whose collected lyrics were published by Faber & Faber. His travel bag included works by Joyce, Plato, Burroughs, Kerouac, Dorothy Parker, and the entire James Ellroy LA Confidential trilogy. There is decadence, and then there is Decadence.
