One winter’s day in the city of Manchester with no money in my pocket, one of my shoes leaking and feeling hungry and cold, I took my watch, which had been a treasured gift, and pawned it to buy food. This was not the plight of a city slum fellow, but the eventual fate of a respectable youth from County Fermanagh…..

Real life began for me at the age of 24, while at a seaside resort in Southern Ireland.
Born and bred in a strict Roman Catholic church, but by the time I was in my twenties, life had become such a problem that I had lost the desire for prayer.  Then came April 1969, and with it came a drastic change…..