One of the
accidental meetings made with many people was the time I met the leading Irish
republican writer Brendan Behan, 1923-1964, at the end of the 1950's.
Inevitably, it was in a bar when I rolled in for my evening rehydration. He was
supposed to be somewhere else but had been overcome by thirst and just went
into the nearest bar.
It was a
private student and not a public bar but the barman feeling that discretion was
the better part of valour served him and his minder. The others in the bar
stayed clear and looked sideways out of their eyes. Behan might mean trouble.
Ever one for
an interesting chat I had a conversation with him about Dublin pubs, it was not
long before when I had visited Davy Byrne's and others there on a trip down to
Bantry Bay and Mizen Head. His minder managed to persuade him to go to the
occasion to which he had been invited so it was but a short meeting and
instructive.
This
article at 50 years after his death is from The Skibbereen Eagle gives an
idea of the man and Wikipedia has a page on him. The memory arises from the
final part of the Sky Arts series "Portrait Artist Of The Year" when
both the subject Graham Norton, and artist in question were Irish and down at
Bantry Bay.
It was The
Eagle which famously warned Tsar Nicholas II of Russia that his foreign
policies were ill advised and potentially disastrous. St. Petersburg took no
notice and the world descended into chaos with dire effects for all those
involved, notably in Ireland.
There has been
a death in Ireland which reminds us that the issues have not been resolved. But
they never will be because as Behan recognised their republican movement had
moved on from being Irish to being another branch of international Marxism and
never ending dispute.
The picture
above is Brendan Behan at The Fitzroy Tavern, another place I have visited a
few times. The irony here is that it is on the home patch of George Bernard
Shaw in the late 19th Century.
"Ever one for an interesting chat I had a conversation with him about Dublin pubs"
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I shall never forget going into a pub in Cookstown and the welcome from the publican was amazing. A happy time was had, I departed, 2 hours later, the pub next door had, the news said, been blown up. it made me reflect.
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