Every now and then someone tells you a story that although benefits you in no way whatsoever, makes you feel glad for the randomness of life in general, this is that story.
My hubs cousin Liam is and always has been the biggest Phil Lynnott and Thin Lizzy fan ever. Once a year he makes the journey to Dublin and to Phils grave to pay his respects, this year he went and spoke to a lady tending the grave, when she turned and asked if he was a big fan of the music he knew immediately it was Phils mum, and after a short chat she invited him and his brother back to her house for a cup of tea.
Back at Phillomena's home she was happy to chat about Phil and she even showed him Phill's old bedroom.
If this isnt the most wonderful story you have ever heard, then seriously there is something wrong with you
Mahoo
1 comment:
That is a fab story - loved Thin Lizzy. Incidentally, we have an academic in our workplace who is called 'Dermot Lynott'. I must ask if he is a relation. Probably not as he may have a different spelling.
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