From Nebuchadnezzar toPol Pot to smoking pot and eating the colonizers…..been there, done that, thinks The Vigilante Cannibal Nun, so you better make your letters good ’uns and worth their weight in angst, because I’m bored out of my tiny mind, hi. But wild horses couldn’t drag me away…because I am bally dead, but, from one rolling stone to another, I like the “Let’s do some living, after we die” bit, and I would add “hi” to that if I were you, as in, “Let’s do some living, after we die, hi.” And who is this rolling stone, the one talking, no one but your friendly, on occasion, neighborhood Vigilante Cannibal Nun, that’s who!

I howl like the wolf because I am your host of this fictional comedy horror SCI FI podcast, where, every Tuesday, I read two letters from our gruesomely contested and out of their tidy minds listeners, to find a solution to their emotional woes, fail, then laugh at their misfortune, at their expense and for everyone else’s pleasure, hi.  Welcome to episode 6, Higher Up The Vegetable Chain & Footless Adultery.

Only a quiet howl like the wolf today, because, there’s a lot of dead souls hanging around in this ethereal living dead limbo land in which I am trapped, but in which I’m having quite a good time, reading letters from a bunch of horrific losers, I mean, horror fans, helping me contextualize my misery, in all honesty, it ain’t half bad. But I bumped into The Military Redcoat, the English soldier I killed, and subsequently ate, all in the name of Irish freedom, back in the mid 19^th century day, loitering around with his cut-throat and guts hanging out, on the prowl for revenge, hi. But, the show must go on because I am your host of this fictional comedy horror SCI FI podcast, where, every Tuesday, I read two letters from my horror fans, then ridicule their problems at their expense and for everyone else’s pleasure, hi. 

And look, there is a new arrival on my “feck away off” doormat. A letter. And it’s from The Military Red Coat! Yikes….Welcome to episode 5 – Revenge of The Redcoat & It’s the Dummy, Dummy.

Welcome to Episode 4 of The Vigilante Cannibal Nun as Agony Aunt, a fictional, comedy, horror and SCI FI podcast. Each week, The Vigilante Cannibal Nun, live from limbo as the living dead reads two letters from her horror fans, and pisses all over them, at their expense and for everyone else’s pleasure.

Her first letter, "Terrorize Me" is from Christine somewhere in the 1980s who wants to be terrorized to feel alive, hi.

Her second letter is "No Way Out" from Carol, but not of the Murphy, from London circa 1965, who is having sex with the men she hallucinates coming out of the walls of her flat. In other words, she’s mad, hi.

Strange I’ve Seen That Face Before, Seen Him Hanging Round My Door, Well Grace Jones if you’ve seen the noggin on this one you’re in the wrong place because I am, Maggie Murtagh, otherwise known as The Vigilante Cannibal Nun, and where I am, you don’t want to be. Believe me. Purgatory, hi. But, back to the script, I am born of the imagination of the Nordy artist Carol Murphy, that crazy, problem personality disorder N’Irish beeeaaaatttcccch hi. I started life in a series of her verse-driven performance films all about me, that Folk Famine Fable called The Body & Blood, launched by Murphy online at the beginning of 2022 at https://www.thebodyandblood.co.uk

Welome to Episode 2 of The Vigilante Cannibal Nun as Agony Aunt, a fictional, comedy, horror and SCI FI podcast. Each week, The Vigilante Cannibal Nun, live from limbo as the living dead - after rampaging Ireland as a vigilante cannibal, eating the colonisers during The Famine - reads two letters from her emotionally dysfunctional listeners then pisses all over their problems at their expense and for everyone else’s pleasure. Her first letter is "Turn Left You Bastard" from Debbie, Glengormley circa 2024. Her second letter is "Don't Touch The Nylon" from Concetta Giallo circa 1965.

Welome to the inaugural episode of The Vigilante Cannibal Nun as Agony Aunt, a fictional, comedy, horror and SCI FI podcast. Each week, The Vigilante Cannibal Nun, live from limbo as the living dead - after rampaging Ireland as a vigilante cannibal, eating the colonisers during The Famine - reads two letters from her emotionally ill-fettered listeners, salivates over their problems, and vomits up solutions, at their expense and for everyone else’s pleasure. Her first letter is "All You Need is Blood" from Bloodbath Berta, Vienna circa 1975. Her second letter is "Virgin Zombie" from Sarah, an American College Student circa 1968.