- 23 Sep 01
EAMON SWEENEY tries - and fails - to last the pace in the company of the irish raver
As timekeeping is not known to be one of Shane MacGowan’s strong points (he has commonly been known to leave journalists waiting for hours, even days) I brought a copy of Naomi Klein’s No Logo for company while waiting for him at the bar in the Fitzwilliam Hotel. When Shane appears after a relatively short wait of forty-five minutes, he immediately flips over the cover and exclaims “Wot’s this all about then?” I offer him a very brief theory of the evils of globalisation, branding and exploitative foreign policies and detail a point or two about the chapter I was just reading concerning sponsorship and branding in US schools.
“Well they teach a load of rubbish at school anywhere,” Shane half shouts. “Did you know that the Irish treaty isn’t valid because they never sent a Head of State to London to sign it? Dev stayed at home and sent Michael Collins out to do all the dirty work.”
Shano is definitely on form and cuts a surprisingly spruce figure for a man notorious for a lack of regard in the sartorial department. It appears that he has just had a shave and is looking unusually clean and well scrubbed.