If memory serves, I first met Patsy Excalibur McGlone in or around May 1973, when he said to me: 'You hear a lot about Butty Halpin,who used to be a stuntman in the circus and who brought Mick McManus the wrestler to Ireland and raised twenty thousand pounds for charity, and spent three days without food in a coffin, and with his only nourishment coming through a straw – but there's little, you'll find, as regards the likes of myself – who once saw Arthur's gleaming sword, coming out of the river up above at Stafford Green, and was told in a dream by Merlin – who's grave, incidentally, it’s been proven, is under The Bedford Arms at the corner of the road there in Carlton Vale when you're coming from Queen's Park – and who said to me: 'Patsy, man – it’s you, you've been chosen!'
Because you don't, no you don't, and never will: because that’s the way that The Fuzz, the way they want it.
Then he said he was going to Afghanistan with Hughie McCormack for the weekend, but I'm not really sure if he ever did.
I think he got a job in a post office for a while, but that's the last I ever heard of him.
Anyway, I'm away to Ward's, for I've a bit of a thirst on me this morning.
God bless.
'Jude The Wizard' (Gertie's nephew)
PS. Speaking of the Fuzz, here’s another bit of your man McCabe reading from his book in which the police interview the self-styled King of Cavan...