I was rooting around downstairs in a file box this morning, shredding ancient paperwork for old freelance jobs and a car that got stolen four years ago. I came across a bundle of photos.
A nice photo of the Galvin Four and my mother, C. 1979:
Liz and I in our ballet outfits, 1973. I was 7; she was 4. I always felt like a big clodhopper in ballet class compared to all the other snobby little girls with long shiny hair. Bitches.
My mom and I in downtown Wexford:
My friend Dan and I at his brother Matt's wedding. I like having longer hair, although the short hair looks pretty good here:
Eric and I on a Dublin bus in the year 2000: