The Wind that Shakes the Barley............at the age of 7 at my primary school . We were being visited by a famous Irish singer of the day and he had requested to hear some pupil performances. As my mother had a reputation and history as a singer I was one of those selected and told to go home, get a song , rehearse and be ready next day. My mother taught me the air and rehearsed me hard and sent me in with the crib sheet. I still remember the feeling to this day. I finished the song with my face feeling like it was on fire, shaking like a leaf and with very wet trousers..........the singer (can't recall the name) was generous in his comments and then sang Kevin Barry...........Ah The experiences you could have with an Irish Catholic upbringing!!

Frank