Being a grownup at any point that isn't the 'best of times' is pretty fucking vicious, regardless of who you know or what you own. It's the human condition. As an adult human who's ever felt exhausted, deflated, sad, confused, lost, horny, isolated, lonely, self-destructive, broken, or downright crazy, you'll recognise the flavour of this cheeky collection of 41 bitterly bare poems from the moist-tipped quill of featherweight poet Tadhg Jelan. 1981 - Memento Mori peers deep into Tadhg's own flawed existence through tainted lenses of humour, cynicism, irony and erotica. Themes straddling addiction, ageing, death, depression, love, and sex have been quite imperfectly stitched together to bring about this devil-may-care insight into TJ's mind, with confidence that you'll relate in some or every way. It won't take long, but it probes deep. Cackle, cry, or cringe, 1981 - Memento Mori will have you confront the darkness we're all susceptible to, and whilst you may consider it to be rather short, you'll probably find yourself thinking about it afterward and perhaps even come back for more. This small anthology is intended to be devoured by connoisseurs of craft verbiage, and an eerily relatable read to anybody else who has ever thought that adulting sucks and life on earth may be a mischievous prank. ". . . now weeping. Not for the money, at my surprise how time slipped away. I woke up sure to be somebody else today."