a young Irishman adrift in London with a lot more money than sense. Bad romantic judgment, a bucketful of narcotics and a job as a draughtsman working on the plans for Sellafield -- What could possibly go wrong?
No Twitter, No Facebook. Irish boys and girls disappeared into London as though it were the African interior, a Congolese wilderness where none of the public telephones worked and messages were still scratched on paper and slipped through holes in doors.
this book is a diary, a memory, a flashback, a tribute to a generation that left home to get away from Gaelic Games, Guinness and God.