When I was twelve, the new neighbour across the road had a very important job that he just dare not be late arriving at work on the dot, so, he gave me a fiver a day to start his car for him so that he could run out of his front door, jump into the driving seat and drive away quickly! He was a smashing bloke, always paid me cash and never once short changed me! Then he suddenly had a load of armed cops around the house, they bundled him into the back seat of a black undercover police car and whisked him away with a blanket over his head! I found out a few months later that he was allegedly an I.R.A. super grass, I don't know how true that was, but whatever the truth was, I really missed him, nearly as much as I missed the fiver a day, and a fiver in 1960 was a lot of cash to a twelve year old! I often wonder about Rick O'Shea and what became of him I guess it will always remain a mystery?