Last of the unrepentant degenerates
There'd be no peace as long as Alex Higgins was around, least of all for the man himself, writes Declan Lynch
Alex Higgins may not have been the last of the true degenerates, but he was probably the last of a certain type of degenerate -- the totally unrepentant type.
These days, even the most dissolute of individuals might embark on a programme of rehab, or therapy of some kind, if only to prove that it doesn't work. Higgins was having none of it.
He could not be reached out there, in the dimly lit places where he lived, by well-meaning individuals from the caring professions. Right to the end, he deviated from the path of respectability, with his request to be buried beside Oliver Reed.