Thursday, September 28
Picked up this Irish guy today, in his seventies now and ravaged by a lifetime of heavy drinking. But still he had the piercing blue smiling Irish eyes and his accent was still as strong as it was when he sailed into Liverpool over fifty years ago. His humour and the poetry of the Irish still shine through in any conversation that I have with him. Today when I dropped him of at his home which is a decrepit block of flats, I asked him how he felt about their intended demolition. "Well sir I moved here twenty eight years ago, and back then to get a flat here you had to be a priest with a letter from the pope, but now sir like meself who was once a fine figure of a man it's gone to rack and ruin even the rats have left because they wouldn't give them overalls" We talked a bit longer and then as he got out of the cab he leaned back in and said " thank you sir for taking the time to talk to this ole ruin about his ole ruin I'll say a prayer for you, and raise a glass or two to you tonight"