Everybody Is A Hero In Their Own

I Had A Very Happy Childhood, Which Is Unsuitable If You're Going To Be An Irish Writer.

I'm Particularly Fond Of Boned Chicken Breasts With A Little Garlic Under The Flesh And Cooked In A Casserole For 40 Minutes With A Jar Of Olives, Some Cherry Tomatoes And A Spoonful Of Olive Oil.

I Was Lucky Enough To Be Fairly Quick At Understanding What Was Taught, But Unlucky Enough Not To Be Really Interested In It, So I Always Got My Exams But Never Had The Scholar's Love Of Learning For Its Own Sake.

My Mother Was A Trained Nurse, And She'd Tell Me That Patients Would Fight As They Were Administered Anaesthetic, Grappling To Get The Gas Mask Off Their Face.

I Think I Was Dealt A Good Hand. I Have Happy Genes.