As The Commitments hits the stage, Roddy Doyle shows us where it all began.
You can learn an awful lot about a place if a kindly local decides to give you a tour. Right now, we’re out by Dublin Bay, just over the wooden bridge at Dollymount, walking up the long, thin road that bisects Bull Island. Up there somewhere lies the 128-year-old Royal Dublin Golf Club and beyond that a Victorian segregated swimming area.
Our kindly guide, the author and dramatist Roddy Doyle, is on home soil – he lives just a mile or so away – which may go some way to explain why he’s such relaxed and amiable company. Nothing is too much trouble and there’s a story hanging discretely on pretty much everything we can see, from the causeway we’re standing on (built on the city’s rubbish, so over-run with rats for years) to James Joyce