The night the newly elected president of Ireland brought Peter O’Toole to my door

(in honour of his just announced retirement from acting, a rerun of this blog post from a year ago)

I think i was like 12. Very young but not too young.

I grew up in the city of Galway in the west of Ireland. On the atlantic seaboard.

And one night our doorbell rang.

And i was the only one in the house.

So i unglued my face from the TV and answered the bloody door.

When i opened the door there was my Yoda like then neighbor Michael D, now the newly elected Prez of Ireland, Michael D. Higgins.

Michael D. as he was known, was our local socialist member of parliament. His father had been a force in the republican-socialist struggle that had freed Ireland from England.

And who was that dashing guy towering over him next to him?

It was actor Peter O’Toole. Yeah that one.

He lived locally. He was, as you’d hope, a real prince and very nice. Nobody had a bad word to say about Peter O’Toole.

And I instantly recognized him.

I was dumbstruck of course.

And he knew it.

He bent down and said “Are your parents in by any chance?”

I remained mute.

He said “Well, would mind please telling them to vote for my friend Michael D. Higgins?”

And I nodded affirmatively.

And he and Michael D. smiled at me and left.

One response to “The night the newly elected president of Ireland brought Peter O’Toole to my door

  1. Sally, Micky D’s sister, is a family friend back where I come from in Shaw, Oldham.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s