Fair Play to Finnegan – Not All Heroes Wear Capes, Some Carry Spanners!…
You know the saying, “blood is thicker than water”? Well, in Ireland, I’m starting to think tea is thicker than both, because when you’ve someone like Finnegan in your corner, who needs family drama?
I grew up with Finnegan. He’s a few years older than me and, like me, has seen his fair share of family chaos. We both know what it’s like when the ones who are supposed to help are off hiding faster than a farmer at tax time.
So, last week, my car decided to make a noise like a Ryanair flight to Lanzarote. The front wheel bearing started screaming. I was half-expecting air traffic control to show up in the driveway. Called the mechanic, and he is in Malta, of all places! Like… who even goes to Malta from Ireland? Was Spain too mainstream for him? Did Lanzarote run out of sunbeds and breakfast buffets? I was honestly ready to cry into my cuppa. Not because the car’s still broken, no, that I expected, but because he is probably sipping cocktails in flip-flops while I’m here Googling how to hot-wire a Yaris!
So I called my neighbor and asked about another mechanic. Enter Finnegan. The man, the myth, the mechanic (though he’ll deny it). He turns up like it’s nothing, rolls up his sleeves, and gets stuck in. Five or six hours, mind you, that’s not a favor, that’s a shift! And when he realized he needed a press for the job, did he give up? Not a hope. Off he goes, finds someone with the right gear, and comes back like the hero in a John Wayne film, except with oily hands and a spanner instead of a six-shooter.
And the best part? Not a word of complaint. No “you owe me,” no drama, just pure soundness. That’s what I call real family. Finnegan, you’re more of a brother than half the lads who share my DNA, and that’s saying something.
So here’s to you, Finnegan: the man who made sure my car no longer sounds like Dublin Airport on a bank holiday weekend. You’re a legend, a gent, and if I could bottle whatever makes you so decent, I’d be a millionaire by Friday.
Fair play, Finnegan. The world needs more of your kind and fewer dodgy wheel bearings!
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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