
Do Not Resuscitate
Holy Gawd, we’re back to Charles Darwin and his interpreters. In the mid-19th century Darwin…
Holy Gawd, we’re back to Charles Darwin and his interpreters. In the mid-19th century Darwin…
Years ago, arriving late one evening in Ostende by train – always my favourite means…
Never boast to your children that you had seventeen occupations before your twenty-fifth birthday. I…
I first heard the story of Gene Shepherd after receiving a 46th rejection slip for…
Disregarding chronological order, this is the tenth episode of A Monk Manqué, Bob Quinn’s unpublished…
I made the following notes in an old factory that was built in 1906 at…
I admire old people who live by their wits, like the ancient American, a real…
In August of 1969 I was driving across Ireland with the late Bearnard Ó Riain,…
Another extract from Bob Quinn’s unpublishable (or unpublished) memoir – A Monk Manqué. In 1967,…
In the mid-1990s Seosamh O Cuaig and I were filming a programme for TG4 in…
I was pretty sure I was going to die, sooner rather than later, one midsummer’s…
Back in Dublin again, I was one of thirty, all-male trainees destined to become the…
I’ve just made my last film, a short called Bog Graffiti. Another last film. I…
Back to love and sex. Liking is preferable to loving – and less conducive to…
PROLOGUE ‘The reverend Judge leaned over and addressed the defendant’ ‘I have taken your spotless…