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I was working in the family dry cleaners one day during the summer holidays – must’ve been about twenty years ago – when my dad said to me that the boy of the Fassbenders was out the front, he wanted to talk to me about something. I put down what I was doing and went out to see Michael, a guy I had known from being involved in amateur drama groups, and who I often chatted to in Yer Man’s Pub (a place which features heavily in my novel Killarney Blues) over pints of Guinness.
Although my memory is naturally hazy after all this time, the transcript ran something like this:
Michael: Colin, I wonder can you help me out with something. (Cue Fassbender’s now-famous smile).
Me: What is it?
Michael: I’m putting together a play; we’re doing a version of Reservoir Dogs. One or two of the guys had to pull out. I’m desperate to make up the numbers.
Me: Aw man, really. Can’t you find someone else?
Michael: C’mon, it would really be a big help. Please…
Me: Hmm, well, I don’t really want to, but look, if it’s a small part then, OK, then I’ll do it.
Michael: Actually it’s quite a big part… Mr. Orange.
Me: Aw Man.
There were quite a few more “Aw Mans” from me but he finally persuaded me and I roped my close friend and cousin Sean into taking part too. The play was a success and all proceeds went to charity and we all had a great time. Fassbender showed even back then that he was deadly serious about his acting career and directed us expertly all in our roles. It was a lot of fun and a great experience.
A few years later I met him on a street in Killarney and he told me he had started drama school in London and was having a good time. My wife (then girlfriend) and I joked with him how someday he’d be super famous, and he laughed it all off saying he was just enjoying his studies, and that was all. The rest of course…
How proud we were to see him at the Oscars and what a shame he didn’t get to pick up the golden statue. He will have other bites at the cherry though, an exceptional talent like him, of that I think we can all rest assured.
Of course the bottom line of all this is that Michael Fassbender owes me a favour! I helped him out when he needed an extra man – he put me into rehearsals the very next day, and we were on stage five nights later! – so someday I’m gonna have to come knocking on his Hollywood door. I have here a little novel called Killarney Blues, would make a great film, I think you might even like to direct…well Michael, whadya say?
Let’s have a pint first of course, for old times’ sake.
Killarney Blues the novel (not yet the film) is available here: http://viewbook.at/killarneyblues