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Posts published by “Bob Quinn”

Lament for Áirt Uí Laoire

In August of  1969 I was driving across Ireland with the late Bearnard Ó Riain, the older brother of a good friend of mine, the late Dinno Ryan. Most of my old friends are now…

Waiting for Colonel Ghaddafi

I was pretty sure I was going to die, sooner rather than later, one midsummer’s night in Libya’s desert. It was 1988. A cousin of Colonel Ghaddafi, a military man, was driving us to meet…

Early Days in RTÉ

Back in Dublin again, I was one of thirty, all-male trainees destined to become the camera, lighting and sound operators with the new television service.  I started late, in November 1961 and found the first…

Making Films

I’ve just made my last film, a short called Bog Graffiti. Another last film. I always make that resolution when a film is put to bed. Never again, I say, will I go through the…

A Monk Manqué

PROLOGUE ‘The reverend Judge leaned over and addressed the defendant’ ‘I have taken your spotless record into account.’ ‘However…by the power vested in me I am obliged to sentence you to three score years and…