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                                                 THE CYNICAL REVOLUTIONARY

                   A  two-page  article  was  devoted  to  the  event.      Under  the  photo  of  each
                   speaker  his  or  her  name  and  credentials  were  highlighted  in  bold  print.
                   There was the trade union leader, Johnny Somerville, whose train driver’s
                   strike  had  ground  the  city  to  a  halt,  Jehosophat  McClintock,  the  priggish
                   journalist from “The “Irish Times” and Perceville Chichester Lamberton, the
                   media  friendly  TD  with  a  law  degree  and  a  fancy  Anglo-Irish  surname.
                   Neither Phonsie nor May seemed to recognize any of them. “Oh look,” May
                   said, “Johnny Stones is speaking.   I remember him hurling for Kilkenny,

                   “Aye, an’ he was a yella enough crather an’ all, May.”

                        Much reaching for bags and banners and “oh I do beg your pardon” type
                   apologies as people donned overcoats and plastic macs in the tight space
                   let  us  know  that  the  train  waspulling  in  to  Heuston  station.  I  wished  my
                   travelling companions good luck at the march.

                   “Maybe you’ll join in yourself, after you get your natty and tempy,”

                   Phonsie invited me,with a smile.

                   “I’ll be thinking about it,” I said, ‘four o’clock in The Green?

                   Both  were  nodding,  eyes  fixed  on  me,  glistening.  Phonsie  reached  out  a
                   weathered hand that I instinctively grasped.   May raised her arms to give
                   me  the  kind  of  hug  that  wasn’t  part  of  the  protocol  in  The  Tara  Street

                   ‘And  we’ll  get  a  cup  for  your  tea,’  May  called  back  to  me  as  we  parted
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