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FILLMORE JIVE (1994)
Goodnight to the rock n’ roll era… I’m off to Ballyhaunis for the weekend to, amongst other things, settle up my tax affairs. Having worked without pay, and subsisted chiefly on slices of bread and packets of cream crackers I found at Luas stops, it might seem a tad pedantic to file a tax return for the last twelve months. But I’m a stickler for these things, an absolute sticker…