When I'm Writing I Just Think There's

The Irish Are The Niggers Of Europe, Lads.

She's A Pot-of-tea-before-i-say-boo-to-you Woman. There's Always A Pile Of Warm Teabags In The Sink When I Come Down, Like What A Horse Would Leave Behind.

I'm Not Recognised That Much. I'm Just A Bald Man In Glasses And There's A Rash Of Them In Dublin. It'd Be Different If I Had A Mohican.

When I Was Growing Up, The Exam System Didn't Allow You To Write Fiction, So You Never Did.

I Wouldn't Go Out Of My Way To Experience The Indignity Of Middle-age Just Because It Might Be Good Meat For A Story.