Sean Walsh

Rich Soil, Good Seed…

Beginnings… Early plays… London sojourn…

And on pay night, a pub. Pint of bitter your only man – only man I could afford at the time (late 60’s). West Kensington, Wandsworth Common, wherever my local happened to be… The public bar. A cheaper pint. A dart board. Maybe dominos. And Irish, dozens of Irish. Paddies from the west and south of Ireland. Speaking Hiberno English – quite unaware of the music in their voices, their accents. Workers with strong, calloused hands… I mixed with them, listened to them – but was not one of them… Though I did not realise it at the time I was netting a rich harvest… words, sentences, turns of phrase that would surface again in the months and years to come… result in Drama that would strike a chord in the heart of Everyman:
GLUEPOT.
THE DREAMERS.
CENTRE CIRCLE.