Roddy Doyle has taken to Facebook to honour Prince’s passing.
And it’s exactly how you would expect it to be.
In the same style as some of his previous posts, he includes the two pints of Guinness and a casual conversation about the sad news.
His post reads:
“-See Prince died.
-It makes no fuckin’ sense – at all. Is it definitely true?
-Yep.
-Me an’ the missis –
-Don’t tell me you met your missis when Prince was playin’. Yeh do that every
–
-I wasn’t goin’ to – fuck off.
-Wha’ then?
-Fuck off.
-No – go on.
-Well – when our oldest was born an’ we were bringin’ her home from the Rotunda. We hadn’t a fuckin’ clue. I mean, it was brilliant, havin’ the baby. But we were fuckin’ terrified – I was, anyway. We didn’t even have a car seat. Or a fuckin’ car, for tha’ matter. We were in the van, the missis had her on her lap. Fuckin’ madness.
-Tha’ was normal back then, but. When was it?
-1983. January. There was ice on the roads an’ all. We were nearly afraid to talk, yeh know. An’ I stuck on the radio.
-An’ it’s Prince.
-1999. Fuckin’ perfect. We knew we’d be grand. It’s a brilliant piece o’ music, tha’. It became her song. We’d named her already but we started callin’ her Princess an’ – well – .
-Are yeh alright?
-No – no, I’m not. I’ll be grand in a minute. It’s just shite, though, isn’t it?
-Yeah.”
See it here:
