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I’m reminded of Garrison Keillor’s uncle, the one reputed to have “unfinished sentences dating back to the Hoover administration…”
It is a bright, clear morning in mid-September. Aidan Gillen’s battered BMW rattles along one of the bumpy backroads that snake across the sun-kissed Dingle peninsula. To our right stands Mount Brandon. Ahead, the Atlantic Ocean sparkles in a summer’s last hurrah. But the driver is ill-at-ease. I’m a journalist. He doesn’t like journalists. You can tell. Read the rest of this interview here.
October 5th, 2010.
October 5th, 2010 at 11:57 am
That photo makes me want to watch the wire again.
October 5th, 2010 at 1:39 pm
So now we know who you did all those pub articles with. Funny he seemed more craic in those days. Wonder how he fit it all in with his busy schedule?
October 5th, 2010 at 8:17 pm
Great piece, Eoin. Not too sure about that dodgy ‘tache he was sporting in the paper, though.
October 5th, 2010 at 10:13 pm
@ Massey – That ‘Aidan’ isn’t really called Aidan. Btw if that ‘Aidan’ is reading this, I really wish I still had that pub column. Because last Friday night… I’d have taken that one straight to the bank.
@ Lauren – Thanks a lot! The tache, he says, was inspired by Peter Mandelson.
October 6th, 2010 at 8:02 am
A most interesting and insightful piece Mr Butler. Well done.