When I hear the word banshee, I picture Kate Bush.
May be related to my 7yo brother and me turturing our dad on the 7.45am school run, trying to outdo each other singing I-eee-I-eee-I-eee-i-eee-I-eee-I-eee-I it's unbeliEEEEEEEEEEEEEvable
I don't even know where my records are. This cunt I used to live with won't say. I know she paid a guy €10 to dispose of their dedicated shelving unit, valued at €4k, but the DPP still say no grounds for prosecution.
I think his name was Dermot. No idea how I met him but I did one band practice with him in City Arts Centre around 1993. He had a bunch of songs written and I had to sing his lyrics. It was very loud. Never saw him again.