Well Day 5 started early as most days seemed to do. The world here shuts down at dusk because everybody seems scared of the night. They might have good reason for it. Our first words of advice after getting the South African welcome was do not go out at night. A quizzical why was mooted. Because you have to be… (more…)
It must have been in 1964, having been intrigued by Brendan Behan’s antics on television, that I first read Borstal Boy, which led me on to reading everything he wrote and other things that were written by others when he was incapable of writing towards the end of his short life. His vocabulary with its Dublin vernacular extended mine no… (more…)