here is nothing we like better here at GG HQ than when an old friend comes knocking on the door with a bag full of old pics.
Whether it’s the Farrelly brothers’ Cabana’s daze, the groovy Suzanne, the Goodfellow clan, ’80s rebel Gary, his Kodachrome Harry pop or the mighty Flynn, is there anything sweeter than seeing your own past through someone else’s camera lens?
So, you can imagine how excited and delighted we were when Maeve Murtagh dropped by with not one, not two, but a feckin’ ganzy load of bags containing pics from debaucherous debs, fun-filled ferry trips, getting twisted by the pool and other teenage misadventures.
And, as anyone who knows Maeve – and her hubby, Pete – those teenage misadventures went on for decades. And decades. And, well, feck it, just one more for the road.
So, we present here the first of Elvis knows how many volumes of Maeve’s Magical Martini Tour, where we meet the belle of every ball, the beautiful Roisin, see the hostage fear in Mary Creed’s eyes as she’s given a tight hug, catch Dave Roche when he still had the look of innocence in his eyes, and witness Brian Woods during his Young Noddy Holder phase.
MAMA, but weer all CRAZEE NOW!
On a sad note, 4,326 cans of hairspray died during the making of these pictures.