Sometimes I look at or read about Micheál Martin and feel sorry for him. He has such a furrowed-brow face and his words gush out in such musical spurts, it’s hard to believe this is a man at peace with himself. And he has his reasons for being anguished. There is, of course, his altered […]
April, 2018
The baffling media and IRA man Martin McGuinness
The week before last, all my energies (such as they are) were spent on launching my book of interviews The Martin McGuinness I Knew – Wednesday in Derry, Thursday in Belfast, Friday in Dublin. My thanks to those good (and intelligent) people who found time to attend one of the launches. It was a […]