The Hirshfeld Centre was damaged by fire in 1987. So what better use could there be for the charred remains than to house the chain-smoking, smouldering passions and incendiary tempers of a crowd of FÁS-funded GCN production staff? Those cracks in the facade were less the result of fire and more the result of the office door being repeatedly slammed as we stormed, raged or flounced out of the office.
One morning in 1994 the door opened gently for a change and a shy, dark-haired young man came in for the first time. This was Jim. Our eyes met over the top of a green filing cabinet.