Fanning sat with his back to the window, a brave move deep in kinahan heartland. he enjoyed a kenyan blend coffee while his 2 companions had milk based coffee. the trio were deep in conversation but unsurprisingly it was fanning who dominated the discussions. body language and tone suggested a degree of subservience from his female companion, his male companion just seemed a little slow.
the conversation was an animated discussion about a mutual acquaintance. i had ordered a take away coffee but did my best to prolong the administration of milk and sugar so as to ensure maximum TFK coverage of the conversation. I believe that the subject matter of their discussions was a Mr Desmond Cahill and their critique of his personality appeared to be scathing. while the DWTS show was not explicit mentioned, it appeared to me that an iniital mention of this show to which i was not privy triggered the conversation. fannings dulcid tones, so dominant on Irish airwaves for so long, filled the small cafe with a familiarity one only experiences with enduring household names. however it was interesting to hear his distinctive voice peppered with the blue language more usually associated with those who work in the nautical arena.
the snippets of converation i was able to pick up referred to the party who was not present as âgobshiteâ and also âgombeen of the highest orderâ, fannings female colleage may have used the term âcreepâ to which fanning guffawed.
at this point i made my exit, glancing over at fanning as i went towards the door, in a brief moment of eye contact we both knew that between us we had an encyclopedic knowledge of music and a passion for the analysis of musical sub cultures, however he had the sullen defeated look of a man who made his way through life with his tongue too firmly inserted in the rear end of Paul âbonoâ hewson.
Robbie was drinking what I can only assume was G&T from a stem glass and seemed to be in good form.
He was wearing a leather bomber hoodie with sweats and was sockless in his trainers, a bit underdressed for a Friday night in leafy Malahide but I wonât dwell on that.
He was wearing a tracksuit pants and runners in the pub? One would get the impression that Malahide was on par with Marbella sometimes the way lads would be eulogising about it