Anyone familiar with this fucking legend?
Great Irish writer, basically died from alcoholism. Spent time in jail for IRA activities, aka attempted murder on the english fuzz. Drank like a fuck.

Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
To get enough to eat was regarded as an achievement. To get drunk was a victory.
Great Irish writer, basically died from alcoholism. Spent time in jail for IRA activities, aka attempted murder on the english fuzz. Drank like a fuck.