Back when I was a good boy, I went to Mass regularly. I kind of believed in God (the Catholic version) in my teenage years.
I also believed I should get out more and start meeting girls. So I decided to put the two together, and joined the local folk group. We sang every Sunday evening at 7pm. We took our vocation seriously, some more serious than others. But it was through my participation in that group that I developed my innate nature to have like-for-like, deep and meaningful friendships. We had fun, though. In every group of people, no matter what it is that brings them together, there is always an element of fun.
Every Sunday, after service, we headed over to the pub. A lot of us (including me) got good and drunk. Some of us, over time, developed intimate relationships. I fancied quite a number of the young women in the group. I never had any luck, though – but it wasn’t through the want of trying.
I knew I wanted to be a writer back then, and I came up with the idea of creating a fictional story, featuring most of the ‘folkies’ I knew. Being a big James Bond fan, as well as an avid reader of Agatha Christie whodunnits, I developed what would eventually be called The Doppelganger Project. In essence, it’s about a group of young people, all of them members of St. Monica’s Folk Group, who are brought to a lonely island off the coast of Achill, County Mayo, under the pretense of redecorating an old house.
Over a period of about a week (it was during this week that I began my love affair with coffee), I wrote my manuscript. I had one copy and one copy only. I handed it around to my friends, who read it and enjoyed it. Then that copy went missing. To this day, it has never turned up.
Then, two years ago, on WEbook.com, I set myself a new challenge: to see if I could write it again from memory. I have done so. The concept remains unchanged: it is very much a Cold War-style thriller…with laughs.
Over the next few days, I will post an instalment of the story. I hope you read it and above all, I hope you enjoy it. I dedicate it to the ‘folkies’ – the best people I ever knew.