Ten seconds of fame
Herself was on da telly last night.
It was a tribute programme for Marian Finucane who died a year ago. She was one of RTE’s greatest presenters with an impressive list of awards and achievements.
Both of us knew Marian quite well. Herself used to work with Marian on the phone-in programmes and in later years I used to be a frequent visitor to her area in the Radio Centre. I always enjoyed those visits as Marian was great craic. She had a devilish sense of humour and was always ready for a chat. She also had a very sexy husky voice as she was a chain smoker…
Anyhows, as I said, we were watching the programme last night when I decided to nip out for a piss. No sooner had I left the room when there was a screech from Herself – “I’m on the television! Come and see”. Now I was in mid-flow at this stage and in no state to go anywhere. So I finished doing what I had to do and wandered back.
“Wind it back! Wind it back! Wind it back!” she cried.
So I wound the programme back a few minutes [the wonders of modern television?] and sure enough, there was Herself and Marian in glorious old colour. They were showing an old photograph taken during the early phone-in eras.
Marian is on the left and Herself is in there somewhere. The photograph was taken about 96 years ago.
I had found this photograph a few years back in the RTE archives so I already had it on my laptop, and had duly forwarded a copy onto Herself’s Farcebook page, so she was well aware of it. The excitement lay in the fact it was on da telly for everyone to see.
I had recorded the programme, as I have a habit of recording any programme that may be worthwhile so I don’t have to rush in at the start time. I can watch it any time after it has started and then erase it after.
I’m not allowed erase this programme.
I have been firmly told it’s never to be erased.
Just in case she ever wants to see a photograph she already has on her laptop….
Hey, you were a lucky man. What on earth did she see in you?
I also like the state of the art wireless. Was it your job to tap the valves and take the 6volt accumulators to the local garage for charging?
She saw the true me – a handsome debonair man-about-town. She was damned lucky to get me.
Translation: She figured you had enough potential in your tarnished soul that she had a decent shot in pulling it out, pounding it into shape, reinserting it, and making you a man worth having.
Okay, I don’t know how valid the above is unless I see a picture of yourself during or about the same era so I can make my own judgement on the “handsome debonair man-about-town” thing. A separate 3rd party confirmation on this would also help but not necessarily required. Herself’s confirmation would be okay as well. 😉
The good ‘uns all go too soon. That’s why I’m still around, I suppose.
and yes, DH beat me to the draw. But you must have been a very handsome man in your day.
In my day? I still am….
Does Herself remember what the call was about?
Something to do with women I would imagine. At that time the phone-in programme was "Women Today" which gives a little hint?
An attractive pair undoubtedly.