Where : Wandering about Dun Laoighaire in a few places over the past hour.
Attire : Wearing a long black crombie coat, jeans and hiking boots.
Actions: He was walking around with his head down in a downbeat manner. He hadnât been at a barber in a while and his hair was very disheveled.
I bade him a cheery âHowya Vincentâ. He looked up with me with disdain and almost a scowl. I donât know if it was due to three small poxes running amuck on the footpath stalling him or the fact Iâm a Tipp roaster.
Michael Carrick
Just there yesterday morning.
I was heading up towards the top of Alderley Edge on a side road on my motorbike, when around the corner of the cucumber frame, who should I meet, but Michael Carrick.
Michael was out for a jog wearing black leggings, black shorts and a black long sleeve with an orange hi Vis vest over the top, and a wooly hat.
Judging from his direction, I think he was probably nearing the end of a hilly 6mile loop including Swiss hill which is steep.
He looked fit and comfortable.
I nodded in solidarity with a fellow runner, but he didnât acknowledge this, though he probably didnât notice.
It was about 845 am, suggesting Michael has time on his hands.
Thereâs a Ballinamore legend, the late Thomas Galligan here in the meatpacking district of NYC in the late 60âs. He always told us the lad beside him was Ike Turner.