I Don't Think We're Living In Great

Unfortunately, I Experienced Some Sexual Abuse. It Was A Known And Admitted Fact Of Life Amongst Us That There Was This Particular Man, And You Didn't Want To Be Left In The Dressing Room With Him. It Took Many Years To Come To Terms With It And To Forgive Those Incidents That I Felt Had Deeply Hurt Me.

The Manner Of Your Death Is Not Your Choosing. But How You Prepare For Death Is

I Would Like To Break Out Of This "dark, Brooding" Image, Cause I'm Actually Not Like That At All. In Ireland, Brooding Is A Term We Use For Hens. A Brooding Hen Is Supposed To Lay Eggs. Everytime Somebody Says "he's Dark And Brooding" I Think: "he's About To Lay An Egg".

I Attended The Bedside Of A Friend Who Was Dying In A Dublin Hospital. She Lived Her Last Hours In A Public Ward With A Television Blaring Out A Football Match, All But Drowning Our Final Conversation.

It's Actually Pretty Complex, Because There's Two Levels Of Reality In The Narrative. One Is What Really Took Place, And The Other Is Spider's Poisoned Version Of What Took Place.