R.E. McManus writes screenplays and other such things. It's unlikely you've heard of him. Unless you have, of course.
Besides typing stuff up he spends a lot of time smoking cigarettes, drinking beer and whiskey, watching film, listening, yapping and watching music. And talking rubbish in pubs.
And some other stuff. You'd have to buy him a few drinks before I tell you more, a good few drinks. Proper ones.
He'd have to drink them too. All of 'em.
Sometimes he hits on a good line. But frankly, he doesn't often enough.
He spent most of his life in England. His 'professions' have included, but have not been limited to, in no particular order... labourer; planer assistant, planer foreman; contracts assistant; paper boy; night stock checker; website designer; video store assistant; video store manager (same wages as assistant - just more grief); driver; 'customer service operator'; phone monkey, bartender; administrator. Slave.
He's also worked for a number of job agencies. They sent him all over the show. Typical.
R.E. moved to the Emerald Isle in September. He misses Manchester. But only a bit. He will be leaving Ireland for the foreseeable in November, as there is no money and very little work, just like it was in the Eighties. Currently he plans to move to Denmark, for some bizzare reason. Who knows? By the weekend it may have changed to somewhere else.
I can tell you this: there is no way on this big beautiful planet that R.E. is spending another winter on a building site in a field up a feckin' mountain. No chance.
This site is currently undergoing a revamp, as it always is.
To Be continued...
Take Care All.
Co. Cavan, Ireland