This post is a tribute post to Mike, who led the Stylistics so beautifully all those years ago on the deserted stage in the hall in Donegal 1975. If by any chance, Louis Walsh was passing on that morning, our lives would have been oh so different and we would have had to grapple with the worldwide fame that would surely have ensued.
Sadly only Manus the busman heard the harmonious rendition as he drove the Express on its daily path to Letterkenny; and we packed up the glitter and sound machines and trudged down to the pub for the next challenge in life - draughts against Donegan (with flutes at the ready).
The road not taken.
And this is what it could have been like.
