I remember well the first time Sinéad met me. I had just come off stage/air/touring/my bar stool during what was a deeply difficult time in my life. Sinéad must have got wind of my trauma because despite not knowing/recognising/liking me, she was suddenly, in typical fashion, at my side, offering to help me through my… Read more »
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