My wife and I were in Dublin recently and overhead a tourist
bus operator trying to impress his newly arrived American passengers with his
Dublin wit, that usually flies but not this day, on the merits of Michael
Flatly, and remarked that he was only a “bleeding wanker.” Well, I thought to myself
that I remember that ‘wanker’ when he had not a dollar in his pocket, nor fame
to his name, and the whole world to play for one night in 1994.
He danced into history as part of a filler during a show
between breaks with Jean Butler and made Michael Jackson’s best night look slow
and amateurish. Headlining the troupe called Riverdance, he went from obscurity
to where he reigns today as a brash billionaire but forever entertaining and
generous man, basking in his own success. Of that he is proud and should be.
He had made Irish dance something special again and brought
it to a world wide audience. The originality of that night will not be
forgotten and its rhythm and step still pulsate. Not bad for a wanker....
Barry Clifford
Barry Clifford
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