Last year, I was again reminded on Mick Murphy when I stopped opposite the Black Shop Bar to look at these commemorative plaques. I was reminded once again of Mick Murphy.
On Friday, I was on the 05.55 train to Dublin, checking Twitter, when I read of the death of Mick Murphy.
Today, I listened again to ‘A Convict Of The Road’, a memory of times well past.
It would be forty minutes well spent if you are tempted.