Wednesday 15 August 2018

Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Vincent Price and a very modern horror

 

Illustration: Ben Hickey
Illustration: Ben Hickey
Charlie Savage

Charlie Savage

I was at a funeral there, yesterday. A cousin I hardly knew. But I'm running out of cousins, so I went along to see him off. There's so many people I know dying these days, I have a special jumper and trousers that I only wear to funerals.

The wife says my face takes on a particularly sombre look when it pops out of the neck of the jumper. But I think she's just jealous because most of her cousins are still alive, so she doesn't get out as much as I do.

Anyway, I'm at the funeral - and the wife is with me because her hairdressing appointment was cancelled. We're outside the church, after the mass, in the queue to hug the widow and the grown-up kids - when, suddenly, there's a big face right in front of mine.

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