As promised earlier...Dickie and Brendans escapades in Liverpool in 1958 came about because Brendan had yet another meeting in London with the BBC people. According to both mam and uncle Mickser, Dickie said that Brendan had promised them his latest work, provided they subbed him most of the commission due. When they landed they got waylaid by a toss school near the docks in Liverpool, where Dickie won a decent few bob. Unfortunately for them, the police broke up the school and chased them like something from a keystone cops movie. Dickie said "that Brendan could move very quickly for a little fat fella when he needed to". This event meant they missed the connecting train to London. The pair had obviously worked up a thirst, which resulted in a heavy drinking session that night to recover, after which they dossed down at Lime street until the morning. When they eventually caught the train to London the next day, Brendan was trying to think of decent reasons to explain his lateness. He couldn't, so told the executive the truth about what had happened. The BBC man knowing both Brendan and his reputation accepted it with good grace, and the deal was done. However, rather than give him cash for his pains, he told Brendan that any monies would be paid through a solicitor back in Dublin. This news was greeted with much dismay by Brendan, who started effing and jeffing at this poor man about being dragged all this way for nothing. Brendan told Dickie that the man simply smiled at him across his desk, and explained that it was a new way of paying their writers, but that he would ensure that Brendan was paid something from petty cash to make up for it. Brendan left with a "queer few quid" as Dickie put it, and off they went to Cricklewood for a weekend on the lash. Once they got back to Dublin, Brendan was to visit the solicitor, who would pay him his stipend provided he proved he had been writing what he had promised. This really irked Brendan and he would have murders with the solicitor over his money. I don't know what the solicitors name was, but he was Jewish, and Brendan often referred to him as a "two inches over a jam pot scutty little snake". As for the work in question, i can't confirm if it was ever completed, but believe that it may have been something to do with "The Hostage"? I'm sure there is more to this tale, but if there was, Dickie never elaborated. If i find out any more, i shall let you know...