We bade Farewell to Nelson Mandela. Last Thursday night, his fine old heart stopped beating. His voice will reverberate and his spirit will be renewed every time his name is remembered. His compassion and forgiveness, his humanity and dedication, his love and human kindness have filled the hearts of countless millions who have looked to
“November Man sees Fire and Mist, Wind, Rain and Winter Air “. (Dave Goulder) Thank you for the feedback you offered after the last Chat. Many replied by email so I could not respond. Among those were Henriet in Holland, Justin in NZ, Brenda in Dublin, Awyer out there somewhere, Frances in Glasgow (and young
June 29th 2013 (Before Westport) Saturday Morning and I still miss John Peel. Nelson is struggling to leave. The Bees are disappearing and the news is dominated by The Stones at Glastonbury. I’m here in bed contemplating the Lions running out in Melbourne. I heard from Donnacha O’Callaghan. He reckons that Paul O’Connell should play
I was invited to take part in President O’Higgins Patrick’s day Glaoch. The President was reaching out to Irish people around the world on March 17th. For me the visit was a great experience. Arriving at Áras and Úachtaráín, Michael Devine and I were given a great welcome by all The President’s Staff and by
January –February 2013. The January Man comes round again in coat and boots of leather. I just heard the sad news that Peter Cadle, poet, singer and songwriter has passed. We seldom met, but occasionally we did have dialogue about songs. When I recorded his song “Unfinished Revolution” in 1987 Peter generously allowed me to