On Monday, January 10th, 1949, I attained the age of three. I don't remember it, but I do recall Thursday 13th, it was the Fair-
The Primary Cert, my first attempt at growing side locks and the feeling that my initial nocturnal adventure into Soho was in some way repugnant to Catechism teaching are all a sort of psychedelic jumble in my brain. Most memories have become blurred on the screen of time, but superimposed there and in no way distorted is my first picture of that big man, with greying hair, eating home-
A full pipe was tamped with his index finger and reddened with a paper spill lit from the glass-
Then, he took the reins out of the pony's winkers that hung by the open fire, under the tallague. With the rope he made a head collar, went to the cow house and led out the white head cow. The name was not a misnomer; she was a big red animal, with a white forehead adorned by two sturdy unmatching horns. I was seeing her for the first time; having sprinkled her with Holy Water, from a jam-
A rat raced across the road. A neighbour cycled past on his way to work. Friendly salutations were exchanged. My mother ushered me back to bed. My first recordable day had begun.
I spent the first 25 years of my life at home on a small farm. I can identify with Patrick Kavanagh's "burgled bank of youth" (and I am one of the few of my generation who knows how to make a bush-
I was nicknamed "the Poet" but the term wasn't always complimentary. I agrees that what is said behind one’s back is their standing in the community and my favourite quotation is a comment made about me by a neighbour: "Wouldn't you think someone would tell him he's an eejit, when he doesn't know himself".
I have spent most of the last thirty years in Dublin but when asked "Will you ever go back to Kylebeg"? my answer is always Joycean. When James Joyce was asked, in Trieste; "Will you ever return to Dublin?" he said; "I never left".
I have written articles (mostly humorous) for The Sunday Independent, The Irish Times, The Irish Post, Ireland’s Own, Ireland’s Eye, Kerry's Eye, The Wicklow People, The Leinster Leader as well as numerous on-
I was once told; "You have the perfect face for radio" and I compiled and presented my own programmes in the "Voiceover" series on RTE Radio One. I have presented ballad programmes on KIC FM, Liffey Sound and Radio Dublin.
I still write the occasional ballad (not all of them fit for human consumption).
A Short Bio