I arrived all those years ago when the Film Centre was the Film Resource Centre but really just a drop in centre for the unemployed on High street. Could come full circle.
Random memories are smelly socks drying on the radiator while their (unnamed) owner cut his soft porn home movies, the sound of buskers from the street below interspersed with 'Buy the big issues don't be a cow man' (still not sure what he meant), Mark Joyce and his Illigitumus non carborundum (don't let the bastards grind you down according to him), RIVERS (Mark Kennedy growling at Niall about something), mama Celine dealing with our hangovers and broken hearts, hangovers and broken hearts, cutting Priesthunter with Paddy in the dungeon, 'Where's that Johnny Fuckin' WHITE' (Paddy being angry with me about something which I've forgotten...
Starting drinking over soup in Neachtains at 2 p.m. and going on....
Having more hair, no mortgage, no kids, no work, being overly romantic, sexually frustrated, impoverished and strangely happy...
I'm sure there's more and they'll all come up on the 21st...
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I nominate Johnny White for having the twinkliest eyes..
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