tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768478305742346873.post2103984382832166472..comments2023-10-22T03:42:39.918-07:00Comments on Snappy Shit: The Peculiar Case of Cork People.Conor O'Riordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738273040588209958noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-768478305742346873.post-29001144484018793262012-05-01T18:42:32.317-07:002012-05-01T18:42:32.317-07:00Speaking of relatively well dressed, I remember wh...Speaking of relatively well dressed, I remember when the brother came home to visit one Summer, the early eighties it must must have been, as he was studying at Sadler's Wells at the time. He had dyed his hair a lurid red, and this at a time when lurid redness had not yet become commonplace. I had just come out of the Franciscan church, after having been to Saturday confession, and I could see him walking away down College street. As he passed each shopfront, I could see the shopkeepers and their assistants emerge onto the street to stare after him. Mind you, the fact that he was wearing a skirt might also have accounted for the curiosity he seemed to arouse. It was a rather simple, if elegantly cut skirt, in grey, if I remember, and he wore a matching set of leggings. He looked good. Those were the days.Bophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03363556780053488598noreply@blogger.com