Tom Dunne: An honour to sing the songs Phil Lynott wrote for his daughters
Tom Dunne with Phil Lynott's daughters, Sarah and Cathleen. Picture courtesy of Tom Dunne
Which of these is my real life? It’s 7am and the dog has been ill. He’s “our dog” when he’s gambolling in fields or rolling over for a scratch. He is the “family” dog then. But when he’s ill he’s mine. “Your dog is sick,” they say in unison.
After I have showered and sand papered my hands, my wife asks me how I plan to get to Collins Barracks. Feeling brave, I point out that in many relationships, one person will often drop the other to their destination. “Some people even drop their loved ones to the airport!” I add. I get a look that ages me ten years.
