HELLO DECEMBER 31, 1979
We were at a party in Cork. I’d been transplanted from Luton, I was working at this food factory, Swissco, where we made ravioli and lasagne in tins, and airline food. Cathal [Coughlan, singer] was at college. Back then, in the provinces, or in Ireland, the hippy thing hadn’t ended and you got a lot of heads. We were the only two people there who were vaguely not hippyish, and we fell into conversation and started to talk about music, The Pop Group, Scritti Politti, The Residents, things like that. We quickly decided to meet with words and very, very rash, rudimentary guitar ideas. I could play in those days but I didn’t really have any formed ideas, and Cathal, who was a very literary man,…
