Fado, fado, as he might say himself, as a young journalist in RTE, I came across Michael D Higgins more than once. There was no doubting his intellect and his compassion – many causes that then were of little concern to institutional Ireland were what fired his interest, making him a regular media contributor. There were some occasions when his views and the wildness of how they were expressed, might catch you off guard but they were generally provocative and any excesses were dismissed by an acknowledgement: ‘sure that’s just Michael D!’  There was a fearlessness to him also which meant…

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