Jenny I Hardly Knew You

Dad in Dublin takes a call from daughter in London triggering in him a chain reaction: he recalls her childhood, adolescence, young womanhood... their relationship over the years. A love story, then, of a different kind. Dad Jenny. Any Dad, any daughter. Any where, any time... "But for all our rows and fallings-out, I love you, Dad. No matter what. And always will..."

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About Sean Walsh

I've worked and lived in communications all my life: journalist, subeditor, editor, actor, director, producer - here in Ireland and abroad.

I fell in love with Hiberno-English a long time ago - English as it is spoken and written in my country - and have been in love with it ever since.

I love the challenge of pen and blank paper: creating characters, storylines, drama.

I love the wind and the sea and the mountains, fresh air and green grass and the sun on my back (I play a mean game of golf) - all of which I have around me...

Not to mention the warm humour that wells up from a big heart.

If I may share with you some of the gems that have influenced me down the years; I've tried to abide by them but didn't always succeed!

"You make your way by taking it...

"It does not just happen, you have to make it happen...

"Sometimes in stooping down to pick up two pennies one can lose a fortune..."


Friendship - when it is not possessive, controlling...

Quiet. Silence - a positive value completely overlooked by many today...

Reading - carefully judged. If I'm not hooked by the first sequence - the first paragraph - I won't read any further...

Trying, day in day out, not to spill any more milk... and to stop crying over milk already spilt.

Not suffering fools gladly...

Analysing Casablanca, frame for frame, line by line...


My scripts have been broadcast on RTE, Radio One, BBC 4 and, in translation, on European networks; televised on RTE One, BBC One and Channel 4; staged at the Peacock by the Abbey National Theatre, at the Project, the Eblana, the Liverpool Playhouse and on the London Fringe…

Credits include The Night of the Rouser. Earwig. The Dreamers. Fugitive. Veil. Penny for Your Travels. Far Side of the Moon. Three for Calvary. Jenny One, Two, Three… The Circus. Centre Circle. Where Do We Go from Here, My Lovely? At The Praetorium. Conclave. Assault on a Citadel.

Has conducted many workshops on Creative/Script Writing in Dublin and at various centres around Ireland.

Favourite authors
A D Sertillanges. John Henry Newman. Waugh. Greene. Hemingway. Hans Kung.

Good conversation. The company of my fellow searchers... Con pane... meaning, with bread... hence company...

Arrogant, self-opinionated prigs... Controlling, bullying clerics...

Favourite Quote
"I passionately hate the idea of being with it. I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time." (Orson Welles (1915 - 1985))

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Review by: Kevin Healy on May 22, 2011 : (no rating)
This is a short, well written, piece, easy to read and will be finished at one reading because you’ve got to know how it will end.

The opening paragraphs mislead because it seems that this is going to be a trite, maybe self-indulgent, story of a loving relationship between daddy and daughter.

But the strength of the story quickly asserts itself in the subtle realism of the characterisation. This can, at times, be embarrassing because it is so close to the bone. Not a story for emotional softies.

Daddy is a flawed character with all the self-righteous, self-justification of an alcoholic. Not the guy who finishes up on skid row but the semi-controlled alcoholic who can maybe hold down a job but whose drinking inflicts huge damage on those closest to him. His wife and daughter are the ones who suffer and carry the scars of the relationship.

I lived close to alcoholism for many years and can sympathise deeply with those who suffer from this disease. But I cannot empathise because I’ve never been inside their
heads. This story hints at the self-loathing of the Daddy but doesn’t labour the point.

The ending of the story is real life. That’s how the cookie crumbles. A good read.
(review of free book)

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