Who Wrote Mad Dog Coll: An Irish Gangster And Why?

Grab a pencil and a scrap of paper — I like starting super small and simple. Begin by drawing a circle for the head and an oval for the body; that tiny scaffold will make everything else feel doable. Put a light guideline across the head so the eyes sit evenly, then add a small sideways oval or rectangle for the snout. For ears, use triangles or floppy rounded shapes depending on the breed you want. Legs are just long rectangles or cylinders, and the tail is a curved line or a tapered teardrop. Keep your lines loose and faint at first — these are guides, not the final lines. Next, connect and refine. Turn the head circle into a dog’s face by drawing the snout out from the circle and placing a little triangular nose at the tip. Add two dots or rounded eyes on the guideline and a smiling mouth line under the snout. Join the head and body with simple neck curves, then shape the legs by adding little ovals for paws. Erase extra construction lines and redraw the silhouette smoother. Practice proportions: for a cartoon puppy, make the head almost as big as the body; for a lanky adult dog, lengthen the body and legs. I like to practice by doing quick drills: sketch twenty tiny dogs in ten minutes using only circle, oval, rectangle rules, change ear and tail types, then pick one and flesh it out with fur lines and shading. Try different postures — sitting, running, sleeping — by rotating those basic shapes. It keeps things fun, and I always feel proud when a goofy little shape actually looks like a dog at the end.

That 'mad dog' tag felt like the movie's secret throttle for me — it doesn't just describe a character, it rewires how every other scene landed. From my perspective watching it the first time, lines that might've passed as bravado instead rang out as threats, because once a character is labeled 'mad dog' the audience and the other characters are primed to expect unpredictable violence. Early dialogue where rivals trade jabs turns into a countdown; you can feel the tension ratchet up because nobody treats him like a normal opponent anymore. On a structural level the nickname becomes a plot shortcut that the filmmakers use cleverly. It compresses exposition: you don't need twenty minutes of backstory to explain why cops pursue him so ruthlessly or why his crew gives him space — the label has already done that work. The nickname also creates ironic beats. Scenes that try to humanize him are suddenly fragile because the name haunts them; a tender moment with a child or lover becomes precarious, and the audience waits for the ugly echo of the nickname to resurface. That interplay — humane detail against an inescapable stigma — pushes the plot toward tragedy. I also loved how the nickname functions as a misdirection at times. People react to the reputation rather than the man, so the plot plants seeds of betrayal and paranoia that are believable. When a supposedly loyal ally starts acting cold, you understand why: fear is contagious. In short, the 'mad dog' label shapes motivations, speeds storytelling, and deepens theme. It made me sit forward in my seat, invested in seeing whether the film would let the character break free of the name or be crushed by it — and that tension kept me hooked throughout.

That trope has always fascinated me because it feels like a tiny, dramatic capsule of how cultures talk about sex, power, and morality. If you trace it back, it doesn’t spring from a single moment so much as from a long line of stories where a woman’s sexual purity is treated like a kind of currency or moral capital. You can see early echoes in the literature of the 18th and 19th centuries — books about courtesans, fallen women, and sacrificial heroines — where virginity and reputation were narrative levers authors could use to raise stakes quickly. Works like 'Fanny Hill' or even older tales about rescued or ruined maidens show that sex-as-exchange and sex-as-redemption are very old storytelling moves: you offer or lose virtue to change someone’s fate or reveal character, and audiences have been hooked on that drama for centuries. By the 20th century that shorthand migrated into pulp fiction, crime novels, and then movies. The gangster film era of the 1920s–30s and later film noir loved extreme moral contrasts — tough men, fragile or saintly women, and bargains made in smoke-filled rooms. Pulps and mob pictures could compress emotional complexity into a single, high-stakes scene: a naive girl facing a violent world, a hardened criminal who might be humanized by love or corrupted further — the offer of ‘my innocence’ is a neat, potent symbol to get that across quickly. In parallel traditions, like postwar Japanese cinema and certain yakuza melodramas, the motif resurfaced with regional inflections: duty, family honor, and sacrifice often drive a woman to use her body as protection or payment, which then feeds both romantic and tragic plots in manga and films. So it’s not strictly a Western invention or a purely Japanese one — it’s a cross-cultural narrative shortcut that fits into many local moral economies. I’ll be honest: I find the trope compelling and uncomfortable at the same time. It’s powerful storytelling fuel — it creates immediate stakes, it promises redemption arcs, and it plays on taboo and transgression — but it’s also freighted with problematic gender assumptions. It often treats women’s sexuality as a commodity and can romanticize coercive or abusive relationships under the guise of “saving” or “reforming” the gangster. Modern writers and filmmakers sometimes subvert it — flipping who has agency, reframing the bargain as consensual and informed, or using the offer to expose the ugliness of transactional moral economies rather than glamorize them. Whenever I spot the trope now I look for those nuances: is the scene giving the woman agency and complexity, or is it lazy shorthand that reduces her to a plot device? I still get a kick from classic noir aesthetics and the emotional heat of those moments, but I’d much rather see the trope handled with care — or dismantled entirely — in favor of stories where characters aren’t defined only by the state of their innocence.

This is a fun one to think about: looking at 'Bluey' through plain dog anatomy and biology gives a clear answer, even if the show itself is playful and stylized. In the world of the serie, 'Bluey' is presented as the daughter in the Heeler family — she uses she/her pronouns, interacts as a female child, and is shown in the family role alongside Bandit and Chilli. From a strictly anatomical perspective in real-world dogs, a female puppy like 'Bluey' (an Australian Cattle Dog/Blue Heeler type) would have a vulva located under the tail and no external scrotum. Male dogs have a penis and scrotum that are usually visible even in puppies, though size and visibility can vary with age and breed. The creators of the show haven't relied on anatomical detail to convey gender; they use voice, behavior, family roles, and dialogue, which is totally fine for a children's cartoon, but the anatomical markers line up with her being female. If you want the biology rundown: externally, sexing most mammals including dogs comes down to checking for the presence of testes/scrotum versus a vulva. Both male and female dogs have nipples, so those aren’t helpful for telling sexes apart. In very young puppies, the differences can be subtle at a glance — the genital area is small and sometimes obscured by fur — but by a few weeks the scrotum in males and the vulva in females are distinguishable. Sexual dimorphism in Australian Cattle Dogs is not dramatic: males may be slightly larger or heavier on average, but coat pattern, ear shape, and markings that define 'Bluey' are not sex-linked in any obvious way. The show intentionally anthropomorphizes them — clothes, expressive faces, and dialogue do the heavy lifting for character identity instead of showing anatomical detail. So, biologically and canonically: 'Bluey' is female. The practical anatomy you'd expect in a real puppy version matches that (no scrotum, vulva under the tail), but the series never focuses on that sort of realism because it’s about family life and imagination. I really appreciate how the creators convey gender through personality and relationships rather than biological visuals — it keeps things child-friendly while still being consistent with real dog anatomy if you look for it. For me, she’s just an energetic, imaginative kid-dog, and that’s exactly why she’s so relatable and charming.

'My Mad Fat Diary' is one of those rare gems that balances raw emotional honesty with dark humor, but its suitability really depends on the viewer's maturity. At its core, it tackles heavy themes like mental health, body image struggles, self-harm, and sexual exploration—all through the lens of a 16-year-old protagonist, Rae Earl. While the show's British teen setting might make it seem like typical YA fare, the way it unflinchingly depicts Rae's hospitalization for mental health crises and her messy journey toward self-acceptance leans more toward older teens (16+) and adults. The show doesn't sugarcoat; there are scenes with visceral panic attacks, blunt discussions about suicide, and cringe-worthy but realistic sexual misadventures that younger viewers might not have the context to process. That said, what makes it brilliant—and potentially valuable for younger viewers—is its authenticity. Rae's voice is painfully relatable, especially for anyone who's ever felt like an outsider. The humor (like her sarcastic commentary on 90s pop culture) keeps it from feeling oppressive. I'd cautiously recommend it to mature 14-15-year-olds if they're already navigating similar struggles, but ideally with some guidance—maybe a parent or therapist to unpack the heavier moments. Personally, I wish I'd had this show in my late teens; seeing Rae's imperfect progress would've felt like a lifeline during my own messy phases. It's less about age and more about emotional readiness to sit with uncomfortable truths.

For fans of 'My Mad Fat Diary,' the bittersweet truth is that there isn’t an official sequel to the series. The show, based on Rae Earl’s memoir 'My Fat, Mad Teenage Diary,' wrapped up its story in three heartfelt seasons, leaving us with a satisfying yet open-ended conclusion for Rae’s journey. While it’s disappointing not to have more episodes, the beauty of the series lies in how it captures a specific, messy, and transformative period of her life—one that doesn’t necessarily demand a follow-up. The show’s strength was its raw honesty, and sometimes, extending a story beyond its natural arc can dilute that impact. That said, if you’re craving more of Rae’s voice, the original book does have a follow-up memoir titled 'My Madder Fatter Diary,' which delves deeper into her later years. It’s not a direct adaptation like the TV series, but it offers the same wit, vulnerability, and chaotic charm that made the show so relatable. Alternatively, if you loved the tone of 'My Mad Fat Diary,' you might enjoy shows like 'Sex Education' or 'Never Have I Ever,' which blend humor and heartbreak in similar ways. Sometimes, the absence of a sequel makes the original feel even more special—like a fleeting, perfect moment you can’t recreate, only revisit.

If you're talking about the grey, quiet canine in 'Beastars', the performance that most people remember is by Chikahiro Kobayashi in the original Japanese track. His voice gives this character that low, introspective quality — soft but capable of sudden intensity — which fits the whole moral-ambiguity vibe of the series. The way he handles the quiet, internal moments versus the explosive, emotional beats is what sold Legoshi as more than just a mustached wolf-dog; it made him feel human in his doubts. For English watchers who prefer dubs, Jonah Scott provides the English-language voice. Jonah leans into the awkwardness and the vulnerability with a slightly raspier, breathy approach that makes Legoshi sympathetic from the first scene. Both actors bring different flavors, and I like flipping between them depending on my mood — Japanese when I want the subtler take, English for the immediacy. Honestly, it’s a treat either way and one of those rare casting wins where the voice really defines the character for me.

I stumbled upon 'Thoughts of Dog' a while back when a friend shared one of those heartwarming Twitter threads. It’s this adorable collection of tweets written from a dog’s perspective, full of pure, unfiltered joy and love. As far as I know, it started as a social media phenomenon and later got published as a physical book. But a PDF version? Hmm, I’ve scoured my usual digital haunts for eBooks, and it doesn’t seem to be officially available in that format. Maybe it’s because the charm of those handwritten-style notes and doodles feels more at home in print. That said, I’ve seen fans compile screenshots or threads into makeshift PDFs—though that’s obviously not the same as an official release. If you’re craving that wholesome content, the original Twitter account is still active, and the physical book is widely available. There’s something special about holding those pages, though; the dog’s 'paw-written' thoughts hit differently when you can flip through them like a diary.