‘It’s not that the Irish are cynical. It’s rather that they have a wonderful lack of respect for everything and everybody.’

Brendan Behan (1923-1964)

He was a great wit whilst drunk (and in the later stages of alcoholism – it is said a monumental bore) wrote several plays and just one novel, ‘Borstal Boy’ – a truly thin body of work – before he succumbed to alcoholism at the age of 41. BB was one of the original ‘famous for being famous’ people. I still admire him. I loved ‘Borstal Boy’ and through it I admired the Irishness of him to appreciate his life.

(It is said that God invented the whiskey to keep the Irish from taking over the world)

On this day cheers to you, Brendan Behan. May you rest in peace.