I was playing with my first band at the small front bar of the Embankment, and The Dubliners were playing the main hall. I went to see their performance and sat front row and looked up to Ronnie and Luke in awe and admiration. These were my heroes, up close, and they played all the old stuff they did better than anyone else, The Twang Man, and, oh, just too many to list. Anyway, I was staring up all evening long and Ronnie was staring down rather bewildered. During the intermission, or it might have been at the end of the gig, I'm not so sure anymore, I overheard Ronnie talking to Mick McCarthy, the manager of the Embankment. 'What's this strange fella doing down there, staring up at me all the time, what's the matter with him, he's scaring me!' Mick chuckled and explained, 'Why Ronnie that's only Patsy Watchorn, he's playing the front bar!' and he introduced me. It all ended up in laughter and that's how we became friends - friends for well over 40 years. My prayers are with his family.