Shane McGowan: The Intimate Outsider
Shane McGowan: The Intimate Outsider In tribute to the incomparable Shane McGowan, who has died, I present this chapter from my 2010 book 'Feckers: 50 People Who Fecked Up Ireland.' Shane was one such, though not for any usual reason. JOHN WATERS Shane McGowan, ‘Fecker!’ The last thing any of us had imagined was that the leaden, desperate ejaculations of our drunken uncles might be turned into gold. Perhaps nobody, in all the history of traffic between the two islands controversially known as ‘the British Isles’, has done as much to make the native Irish feel inadequate as a shambling songster called Shane McGowan. With his band, The Pogues, McGowan, a young London-Irishman claiming connections to County Tipperary, did something with Irish music that was unforgiveable. In fairness, McGowan did his best to camouflage himself in a way that would undersell his arrival, and avoid provoking the congenital ire and resentment of the native. His gap-tooth grin and incoherent speech