A phenomenal character in Ireland and Britainâs premier soap opera.
I recall Jimmy Corkhill (Dean Sullivan) being interviewed on TFI Friday. Chris Evans says to him âYou used to be teacher. What was your nickname?â
Sullivan responds: âMy nickname was Sir.â
A genius song writer.
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RIP
the GOAT
A genius really although I never remember him at a time when he was still coherent.
RIP
Sad. An incredible poet, probably our finestâŚeven if in an interview stated that for all his roles, he wished to be remembered for his singing. An old colleague of mine met him on a day drinking session in Eamon Dorans many moons ago, and asked him what the best drug he ever did, and he replied, âGet a slice of bread, and put black shoe polish on both sides of the slice, and eat itââŚfollowed by his distinct then guffaw for a laugh. The duet with Sinead had a ridiculous beauty to it, that never aged. I remember discovering a copy of âIf I should fall from the grace of Godâ in the house I lived in, in my first jaunt as an emigrant in Maryland and listening to âThousands are sailingâ for the first time. It floored me. It really connected me on a level to those who sought something better, somewhere else on a level I didnât know I needed. May he rest in peace, and may his partner find solace and speed in the processes of grief.
Thousands are Sailing is one of the greatest songs of all time
Not written by Shane ironically enough
The great Philip Chevron
Jimmy was a great character in Brookside. He got all the bad story lines. Mostly drink and drug orientated.
I remember he was trying to teach some young lad probability.
Jimmy hadnât a clue until it clicked with him that itâs the same as the horses.
The young lad got an A but the mother wasnât very impressed.
Only 68.
Prostate cancerâŚ
Shane MacGowan and Jimmy Corkhill on the same day.
Bloody hell.
One of our Greatest. The memories. Puckane '85, Glastonbury '86, SFX in Dublin '85 and '86, I was in my early 20s then so I was invincible too. What a front man. What a songwriter. Their gigs were a heady mix of chaos, booze, manic mosh pits and sing alongs. In tears here, Mrs Jones thinks Iâm a complete fucking eejit. We lost a sister last Xmas, she loved the Pogues and coming up to the anniversary emotions are running very high, mad time of the year really. In a good way though.
Alistair Darling joins the list
In the office here blasting out âA Pair of Brown Eyesâ
Louise was playing a few tunes there on RTE 1
A long day for the political obituary team
