A Rebel Without ID

With DJ legend Fergie landing in Cork next weekend for the gig of the year, Culch.ie has a nice cuppa tea with instigator Veronica M to find out about Dire Straits, spinning in your smalls, and being the youngest club promoter in The People’s Republic. There’s an old saying that I’ve just made up which goes, “Tell me your Fergie and I’ll tell you who you are”. For kiddies (and irrepressible nunkies), Fergie is yer wan tacked on to the arse of the Black Eyed Peas. For pint-swillers, he’s the scary, lairy manager of Manchester United. For women too old to read Heat, she’s the less-ginger-than-Harry member of the Royal Family. But for clubbers, hedonists, and other such yokeymagokeys, Fergie is legendary DJ Robert Ferguson, a man whose pedigree is so impressive, he may well shit glowsticks. Playing his first set at fourteen, mentored by the late, great Tony de … There’s more