Time to realise we need to talk honestly about Gerry
After gushing eulogy in the wake of his death, Ryan's friends are now bonded in silence, writes Niamh Horan
WHERE have all Gerry Ryan's friends gone? The ones who broadcasted gushing tributes to the star within hours of his death?
The same tight-knit group who enjoyed boozy lunches with the larger-than-life DJ or a late-night whiskey in the Four Seasons. Who mourned at his funeral and vowed life would never be the same again.
What a difference six months -- and an ounce of coke -- make.