Reminds me of this.
So on comes Peter O'Toole to read A Modest Proposal. Our leading intellectuals in the audience didn't realise it was a satirical piece and started boo-ing and slow clapping when Swifts idea to eat the poor urchins of Dublin and solve a few social problems was elucidated via O'Toole and himself getting wicked notions to read as far and as long as he could be before being hauled physically off the stage.
O'Toole knew you know. He realised the audience, the beau monde, were shouting that they had no trousers so he kept going and going and going until RTE had to press the Bishop Button and go to the ads while stout fellows hired in from St James' Gate wrestled Lawrence of Arabia offstage.
It was gorgeous.
It was the tiny details that tipped me off something unexpectedly fantastic was happening.
The first punk performance on stage at the Gaiety I still reckon.
Another favourite moment on RTE was the early attempt in the 1980s to have a sort of joined code match between an All-Ireland invitation team of top GAA players and an Aussie Rules invitation team.
No at the time of that clip, it was the O'Donnell family that lived there.That gaff looks like the homestead of the Orpen-Lynch family on Dalkey, yes? No?
I was there many years back, playing the baby grand piano in the breakfast room with Adam, one of the youngest of the Orpen-Lynch family.