‘All punk power and visceral emotion’: farewell, Shane MacGowan, my Celtic soul brother | Bobby Gillespie
I first met Shane MacGowan, whose funeral is today , in the late 1990s, way after the glory days with The Pogues. I’d see him around town at various functions and gigs, always with his partner, Victoria Mary Clarke, always sat on their own, no one bothering with them. Although emanating a dark charisma, he looked tired and sad to me. There appeared to be a cloud of depression and lonesomeness above him, even when surrounded by well-wishers and hangers-on.So one night I went up and introduced myself, and we just got on. It…