Ex BiL. Irish won. Lovely man. Taught me to play football and to drum.
Lifelong navvy and drunk. The classic Irishman in UK scenario in the 70s - would work on the building site all week, collect his wages on Friday afternoon, exchange the whole lot for Guinness and stagger home to piss in the wardrobe. wd Sons of eireann. wd jb.
Everyone loved him, natch. Even my sister.
Oh I don't suppose it's your fault, b.
The drink, the fags, the general squalor, I suppose. He had various ailments and eventually the pneumonia took him, I think.
When I was a kid we'd go and watch him play drums in Johnny Barrett's band. Now there was a bloke who could sing! Johnny Barrett... I must check if he's on Spotify.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'