This Man's Life: My mid-life crisis is in crisis, thanks to Michael Collins and the Pope
Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous. Still, I had an intriguing experience last week. I went with my nieces and nephews to see...
Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous. Still, I had an intriguing experience last week. I went with my nieces and nephews to see...
September, 2013. Having carried the coffin at the funeral of his father Maidhc Dainin O Se, at Carraig Church in west Kerry the week before, Daithi is...
'Blessed are the bullies, for one day they will have to stand up to themselves/Blessed are the liars, for the truth can be awkward." Thus began Kendrick Lamar's Bono-beautiful benediction on American...
I suppose a ride is out of the question? It would appear not for Johnny Ronan, who flew to Provence last week with such a deed on his mind.
'Do you know where the wicked go after death?' wrote Charlotte Bronte in Jane Eyre. 'They go to hell,' was my ready and orthodox answer. 'And...
An evening at the National Maternity Hospital on Holles Street 50-something years ago. It was, it transpired, a more eventful evening than usual in the illustrious baby producing machine.
'Like its politicians and its war', JB Priestley once said, 'society has the teenagers it deserves'.
Football's not coming home. But An Taoiseach's other half Dr Matt Barrett is. "He's home [from his job in America] next week," Leo told me. (Who else is he going to tell? Some stone-faced drip of a pol corr?) Your diarist then asked the youngest An T ever, will he and Matt be moving in together? Will Matt be accompanying An T to events? "I will pass on that. Private stuff. You can say that I am just glad to have him back. In some ways the year apart was OK as it allowed me to focus on the new job but I am looking forward now to having someone to confide in again." (I thought that...
Roisin Murphy's childhood, like the outfits she wears on stage at her sold-out concerts around the world, was often surreal, rarely dull. One of the greatest artists ever to emerge out of these islands, she can recall her father Michael waking her up to "come downstairs and see what's in the car". Roisin went down to find that her dad had "brought a pony home in the back of the car, on its side. My mother was standing in the street crying, 'What are we going to do with this f**king pony?' He must have bought it in the pub. The madness she had to put up with. But looking...
I talk to dead people. Looking for guidance. Looking for answers. Sometimes on my lunch break at work, I take the Daniel Day - the Luas - up to Harcourt Street and walk to Mount Jerome cemetery in Harold's Cross for a quick chat with my parents.
It's not every day I go to see a horror movie at the cinema. But the great Gabriel Byrne was in Hereditary. So I had to see it.
The late great PJ Mara once described Saturday lunch at the Unicorn in the mid-1980s as a hugely enjoyable "exchange and mart for scurrility and calumny". Charlie Haughey's sultan of spin was...
Sharon Shannon plays beautiful music that is loved universally. She has played with the likes of...
Sometimes, most of us perhaps question the survival - even the possibility - of love in this violent,...
I don't know whether Danny O'Reilly listens to Dave Bowie much (I imagine he does but not especially) but listening to The Coronas' new EP Reprise and...
Some say that hope is a necessity for normal life and the major weapon against the suicide impulse. It is impossible to know now - or ever - but maybe Lucy Birley lost all hope when she ended her life at Mount Vernon, New Quay, Co Clare, last week at the age of 58.
You could call it a come-back album if you like. Whatever it was, Crack-Up, by Fleet Foxes was one of the most sublime albums of last year. This was not unrelated to the fact that frontman Robin Pecknold described himself on this, their third studio album, as "trying to become a different age or a different person making this record, like I was trying to be the person I always wanted to be.
You cannot step in the same river twice. But you can eat some of Rachel Allen's dishes as many times as you like. The TV chef and Sunday Independent LIFE magazine columnist is taking to the River Shannon for five days at the end of August.
Last Monday night, TV star Lisa Cannon hosted a gala evening at the British Film Institute in aid of her new foundation 'Free the Wild', "an international charity to overcome the mistreatment of wild animals in captivity".
'I look like a bug from outer space," she says. Grandiose goddess Grace Jones scares the living daylights out of most people. In a good way. She gives me fever. Diva fever.
Bob Geldof has been banging on - as only Bob Geldof can - about some great new Boomtown Rats songs for a year. At 2am on April 8 last year when I walked Bob back to his hotel after the Rats had headlined Rock Against Homelessness in aid of Focus at the Olympia Theatre, he said he was working on new songs for both a new solo album and a new Rats' album.
In the mid 1970s, fire-breathing Catholic campaigner Mina Bean Ui Chroibin told David Norris that he "won't be satisfied with decriminalisation - the next thing you will be after is homosexual marriage".
Like a particularly good wine fit for the king of the lounge lizards, 72-year-old Bryan Ferry has improved with age.
It's swelteringly official. Summer and the loving is easy. Not least if you are Yvonne Connolly and you are sunning yourself with other half, award-winning film cameraman John Conroy in one of the Cyclades islands in the Aegean Sea.
They say that every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures, sometimes painfully.
There is a pleasing absence of contemporary celebrity psychological maladjustment - of neurosis masquerading as winking self-promotion anyway - with Pat Shortt. That said, Pat Shortt is also a bit of an oddity, a bit of a freak (in a good way), in the modern world of entertainment. "For someone who is living in the public eye," he says, "I'm actually very private."
Alan Bennett is not often wrong. But the great curmudgeon was wrong on so many levels when he said: "I've never seen the point of the sea, except where it meets the land. The shore has a point. The sea has none."
A thought for the day as you apply the sun cream in the back garden while opening a bottle of Chablis perhaps.
When Elvis Presley made his first recording for Sun in Memphis as an 18-year-old, and was asked to characterise his vocal modus operandi - an incendiary mixture for the times of 'Negro' and hillbilly styles - he replied, truthfully: "I don't sound like nobody."
What a week. And not just for the weather. Hozier helped his brother John celebrate his birthday in House last weekend. The great singer looked cool in a grey T-shirt and black jeans. Robbie Henshaw and girlfriend Sophie Marren were in Host Restaurant in Ranelagh on Tuesday night. Millie Mackintosh was in the Marker that day. Keith Duffy was at the launch of Blow in Henry Street's Dunnes on Wednesday night. Pippa O'Connor and Brian Ormond were in the Intercontinental after the IFTAs (they stayed the night, as did Amanda Bryam and husband Julian Okines).
Kodaline are one of the most feted Irish bands on terra firma. Their new single Follow Your Fire is one of the records of the year, not just the summer. Issued in 2013, their debut album In A Perfect World announced the five Dubliners to the world, as did their equally sublime sonic follow-up in 2015, Coming Up For Air. Their brilliance was unmistakable.
“She said she was approaching 40, and I couldn’t help wondering from what direction”’ Bob Hope once joked. Eoghan McDermott saw the funny side of it recently when I wrote that he had, not only approached, but celebrated his 40th birthday.
We went to the zoo last Saturday afternoon. I thought I was getting away from the royal wedding. My wife had other ideas. She was, it transpired, following it on a live feed on her phone.
Kathryn Thomas's health and fitness bootcamp starts next weekend in Co Meath.
All roads - and perhaps even some flight plans for private jets - led to the Kingdom last Friday for the Irish wedding of the summer so far. Well, the guests did include RTE chairwoman Moya Doherty, her other half, Riverdance guru John McColgan, Today FM's Ian Dempsey, TV3 and Today FM's Matt Cooper as well as RTE's Sean O'Rourke, plus Made In Chelsea's Nicola Hughes.
The tall, shrieking Rimbaud-like rake with spectre-white skin who spouted Old Testament-style hell-fire from behind his microphone stand. The teller of sordid stories about death, murder, pain and insanity, redemption through love. The Antipodean master of alternative male introspection. It's Nick Cave.
When you've sold millions of albums and have almost as many Grammy awards on the mantelpiece in your mansions in Buenos Aires, Los Angeles and Vancouver, you expect the odd dissenting voice, perhaps.
The Buddha of Birr himself, better known by his nom de plume of Mundy, Edmond Enright is in flying form.
Putting together your fantasy Rolling Stones set-list is not as easy as it sounds. Like compiling your fantasy football team, you can’t — unless you're Jürgen Klopp — have eleven Mohamed Salahs/Ronaldos/George Bests/Messis/Peles/Maradonas/Marco van Bastens etc.
Move over, World. U2 are back on the road again with a new tour, eXPERIENCE + iNNOCENCE, which opened last night at the BOK Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Last night in Oklahoma – prior to the opening night of U2’s World Tour in Tulsa — The Edge said he was in favour of repealing the Eighth Amendment.
Jim Aiken studied at Maynooth for four years to be a priest. He was once described as "the old Padre."
Johnny and the jets? Expect a multitude of Irish-owned private jets landing in Catalonia in less than three weeks time.
The long history in Ireland of women's bodies being policed by the church and the state makes Louise O'Neill's blood boil, as does the retrograde gender politics of a certain magical, aquatic creature. So she has re-told Hans Christian Andersen's 1837 fairytale, The Little Mermaid, as a rallying cry for feminists.
The horror! The horror! It wasn't so much public humiliation as a reality check that I am, statistically, an old dad. Last week an otherwise kindly-faced woman at the cinema in Dundrum Town Centre asked me as I stood in line for Peter Rabbit with my three-year-old daughter: "Are you her grandad?"
When Alexa Chung said that "No one says the word 'quirky' much in England - I guess because people are more naturally eccentric", she could, of course, have been talking about ethereal ginger genius Ms Florence Welch. She is to quirky eccentricity what Ms Chung is to a good eye for the edgy guna. Florence told The Telegraph that at seven she was the Welch family's "go-to performer" for "mainly funerals". As a kid she used to believe she could breathe underwater ("I think it was a dream, but when you're a kid it's hard to separate dreams from reality").
Last Tuesday the brave and the bold of the property world gathered at Grosvenor House Hotel in Park Lane, London, for the prestigious 2018 Property Awards, the Oscars of the industry, or so they told me.
In the 1970 cult classic Performance London gangster Chas (played by James Fox) looks up and down rock-star Turner (played by Mick Jagger) with undisguised contempt. He then sneers: "You'll look funny when you're 40."
He discovered Antony Hegarty, of Antony and the Johnsons, which is enough for me. There are also the little matters of Lou Reed - for it is he and what a great gender/genre-bender he was - writing Femme Fatale, Satellite of Love, Heroin, Berlin, Perfect Day, Vicious. Coney Island Baby, Walk On The Wild Side. I'm Waiting For The Man, Venus In Furs.
This world is not a vale of sorrows if you will recognise discriminatingly what is truly excellent in it; and if you will avail yourself of it for mutual happiness and well-being. My mother taught me that as much as Kurt Vonnegut (who wrote those words) did.
On April 29, 1957, when Daniel Day-Lewis came into the world his father - the Poet Laureate of England, Cecil Day-Lewis - wrote a poem for him entitled The Newborn, the second stanza of which ends:
Brent Pope's body always served him well. His mind didn't. He had his first panic attack when he was 13 years of age. He was in the bath on a Sunday night at home in Ashburton, a rural township south of Christchurch, New Zealand, when he started shaking and couldn't, he felt, breathe properly. "Cowering with fear," and "crying like a scared little boy", Brent sat in the bath until the water...
They don't call them The Air Miles Family for nothing. The Farrell clan will be flying in from everywhere next month to New York.
You have to admire a man who will name an album after the floating hospitals for sick sailors, or a place to tend to lepers called a Lazar house, in reference to Lazarus. Jack White did with his second solo release Lazaretto in 2014.
Going out is the new staying in is the new going out. Last Saturday night in Lillie's nightclub in Dublin town, Ireland's Got Talent had its wrap party.
'It is better to go skiing and think of God," someone wise once said, "than go to church and think of sport."
Credit where credit is due. Andrew Weatherall's crucial sonic input on Primal Scream's Screamadelica from 1991 made it the dance album of decade, if not the era. He also added his magic behind the console for New Order (who could forget World in Motion?), Happy Mondays, and, among many others, Saint Etienne.
'The question, 'Who ought to be boss?' is like asking, 'Who ought to be the tenor in the quartet?'" quipped Henry Ford once upon a time, before answering the question:"Obviously, the man who can sing tenor."
'There's a lot of rock music that's become exclusive and it's of no use to anyone. Least of all me," Elvis Costello said in an irascible but typically forthright interview with Melody Maker in 1977.
I do hope she won't frighten the horses with that accent. Rosie Fortescue - who went to Downe House Boarding School, the very same smart girls' school as Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge - is jetting in next month to judge the Bollinger Best Dressed Lady Competition at the Punchestown Festival, which takes place from Tuesday April 24 to Saturday April 28 at the Kildare venue.
Unless you have a cruel and callous nature - and are stewing in your own hatred of yourself and the world - you, like most of us, will find it difficult to ignore the people trapped in poverty and homelessness in this modern country of ours. Not least when, according to Focus's figures, there are over 9,000 people now homeless in Ireland, over 3,000 of these being children. A child became homeless almost every 3.5 hours in January in Ireland.
In 1994, supernatural ladies man Mick Jagger robbed fellow rock star Eric Clapton's girlfriend Carla Bruni.
Charlie Chaplin once said that all he needed to "make a comedy is a park, a policeman and a pretty girl". Ken Dodd didn't need that much to make comedy.
"Sound the horns. Stock up on Guinness. The Irish are coming," wrote The Daily Telegraph of Ireland's illustrious sporting week, both at Cheltenham and the incoming Irish pitch invasion at Twickenham on St Patrick's Day on Saturday afternoon.
She is known for a cheerful song that was used in a 1987 perfume ad. There was, however, so much more to her than My Baby Just Cares for Me. It's Nina Simone - who will be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame next month - and her music was often a brave rallying cry for the black civil rights movement in America in the 1960s and early 1970s.
I lied about my sex. I smuggled myself on to U Magazine in early 1987 as a woman writer. I didn't dress up as a woman. I merely sent in a few articles on spec - thinking that it being a women's mag, it wouldn't publish men.
The rich are different from us. Or, at least, Rosanna Davison and her husband Wesley Quirke are. Last weekend, when the rest of the nation were freezing their collective proverbials off, the one-time Miss World and her beau jetted to the Indian Ocean.
In response to the ever-worsening homelessness crisis, Independent News & Media has put together some of Ireland's best musicians and artists for a major charity concert, Rock Against Homelessness, in aid of Focus Ireland on May 13 at Dublin's Olympia Theatre.
A sunny Saturday afternoon in London, July, 2009. In a yellow 1950s American Cadillac with the top down, Vince Power is driving daughters Nell, Evie and son Niall - and yours truly, who had been a guest at their north London Victorian mansion for the weekend - through Hyde Park in the pleasant sunshine. The then-multimillionaire Waterford-born music mogul takes a call on his mobile from...
Last week went with a pop for Bono. Admittedly, most weeks go with a pop for Bono. He sent Champagne backstage to Norwegian DJ Kygo for his show at the 3 Arena last Thursday.
They say that nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days. Say what you like about the 1980s - the decade that good taste forgot - but they had some very special moments. Prince with Kiss; The Jam's Town Called Malice; The Specials' Ghost Town; Madonna's Into The Groove; David Bowie's Ashes To Ashes; U2's With Or Without You; Joy Division's Atmosphere to name but a very short, if illustrious, few.
Memories are made of this. May, 1999: sunset in Nottingham, the cold numbing the 35,000 fans who are eagerly waiting the arrival of the headliners from Ireland, the Dundalk Von Trapp family.
Hola? Hola? Renowned Spanish novelist Carlos Ruiz Zafon once said that Barcelona is a very old city in which you can feel the weight of history; “you cannot walk around it without perceiving it. To me, Madrid is a man and Barcelona is a woman. And it’s a woman who’s extremely vain”.
There is an apocryphal story about Paul Simon. I'm sure there are many but I like this one: as a child, he wore such a permanently sombre expression that his parents Belle and Louis allegedly dubbed him Cardozo, after the Supreme Court Justice Benjamin Cardozo, whose demeanour was famously unsmiling...
Paloma Faith walks shoe-less into the hotel lounge area her management has reserved. Her socks - bright pink with purple polka dots - are as colourful and vivacious as her personality. The 36-year-old sits up on the chair and tucks her feet up under her in a yogic pose. Yoga-like, I soon realise, is the last phrase anyone would use to describe Paloma Faith. She is about as Zen-calm as a long-tailed cat.
Oscar Wilde said that some of us were in the gutter but looking up at the stars. Fellow wag and dandy, albeit one born 67 years after Oscar's sad death, Brett Anderson has frequently been, metaphorically and physically, in the gutter looking up at the firmament.
It's all happening in Cork. TV uber-chef Rachel Allen and husband Isaac will be marking Valentine's Day with dinner at their restaurant Rachel's. They have a special menu on for Valentine's night at the restaurant. And special Flirtini cocktails, created by Rachel. "We might have a few of those," Isaac told me. "We are married 19 years and we are stuck with each other, and we have no plans to change," he joked. "I am mad about her and she is mad about me. And we are mad about each other."
Anyone who disagrees can rev up and... well, finish that sentence yourself, dear reader. But Formula 1 motor racing without the Two Eddies hasn't been quite the same.
Martin Amis used to joke that he had a terrible dose of tennis elbow from opening bottles of wine at home in Manhattan. I have a similar tennis elbow-ish soreness. Not from uncorking fine vino, but from changing nappies. The new baby is an absolute angel. His 'big' sister, who turns three today, loves him like he is the greatest thing ever. And he is.
Some of us will be tickled pink (Floyd). Bill Kopp's new tome, Reinventing Pink Floyd: From Syd Barrett to the Dark Side of the Moon, hits the shelves next week (to say nothing of Roger Waters playing Dublin's 3Arena on June 26 and 27.) It will be sure to be a rollicking read. It will mark the 45th anniversary of a certain album that sold 50 million copies.
Uptown boyo Bruno Mars doesn't beat about the bush, does he? It's like his idol Prince, before God turned his head a little against sexuality in music...
Dolores O'Riordan was one of Ireland's greatest ever singers with millions of fans across the world. Barry Egan remembers his brilliant, beautiful friend who died far too soon
The great Fergal Keane in his award-winning essay from 1997 Letter To Daniel talked about the art of one arm typing with his newly-born son cradled in his arms.
Born on Christmas Day in 1957, Shane MacGowan will be publicly celebrating his 60th birthday tomorrow night with a hooley (of sorts) at the National Concert Hall.
She is the Greta Garbo of the Irish music industry - rarely seen, but never less than brilliant. I am talking, of course, of Enya, the Gweedore goddess/genius and all round Donegal divine being, who lives in a mansion high up in the Killiney hills... who sold trillions upon trillions of records worldwide with her sublime masterpiece Orinoco Flow in 1988 from her equally masterful Watermark album.
My earliest childhood memory was probably sitting on my father's lap as he let me hold the steering wheel of the family car - a brown Hillman Hunter - which was doing 15mph up the road to our home in Churchtown.
Barry Egan completes his Top 10 best album list of 2017, featuring everyone from The National to Drake and Noel Gallagher…
'Twas a night before Christmas, when all thro' the house/Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.'
I re-read bits of the Bible recently. I also re-read in its entirety Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol. Please forgive my heresy on the eve of Christ's birthday but I found the latter more compelling. I love Ebenezer Scrooge's redemptive transformation from miser - whose only joy is money - to humanitarian, who finds salvation in himself, in secular humanism.
Kathryn Thomas's life - to say nothing of her partner Padraig McLoughlin's - is about to undergo a serious operational transformation with a baby on the way.
There's a difference between being posh and being rich. Being neither, I wouldn't know. What I do know for sure is that Wicklow is packed with well-to-do and well-bred Anglo-Irish grandees and aristo/artistic creatures.
Next year we can look forward to the long-awaited release of Brian O'Flaherty's documentary about The Blades, The Sound Of Raytown.
Self-hatred. That's the trait Robbie Williams most deplores in himself. The pop star loved by millions upon millions of fans around the world proves in a long conversation that he is a complex and - by his own admission - prodigiously "f****ed up" genius. A tortured soul dancing between the shadows of his mind in his adopted home of sunny Los Angeles.
Steve Jobs said he believed that life is an intelligent thing: that things aren't random. I met someone for dinner in the InterContinental hotel last Thursday night and Sharon Corr, staying in the hotel ahead of The Corrs' performance on the Late Late Show, randomly joined us.
Bono works in mysterious ways. But you have to admire him, however pompously evangelical and self-rewardingly messianic he gets on occasion, for following his heart most of the time.
Cue the violins. Make that an entire orchestra of violins and suchlike.
Morrissey is the 58-year-old man with the thorn in his side. A very big thorn. Vladimir says to Estragon in Waiting for Godot: "No one ever suffers but you." Vladimir might, of course, have been talking about Morrissey. After a while, though, it becomes slightly tedious.
What becomes a legend most? Take Camille O'Sullivan. Take Aidan Gillen. Take Mike Scott. Take Megumi Igarashi.
You know you're getting old when you take your young daughter ice skating for the first time in her life - and she is giving out to you for holding onto a toy, if life-size, penguin to stay up on the ice while she moves around like a future world figure skating champion.
She hasn't done bad for a young wan from Bray, has she? Two weeks ago, Laura Whitmore was the host at the MTV Best World Stage in London. I was in the audience to watch her introduce another Irish export that has done quite well internationally - U2 at Trafalgar Square.
It was one of the most intriguing movies of the decade, Lars von Trier's doomy dreamscape on depression and apocalypse Melancholia.
Noel Gallagher talks about that fateful decision to leave Oasis and why the band will never reform, his relationship with his brother Liam, their upbringing, and their Irish roots.
The caterpillar-on-cocaine eyebrows appear to move to the rhythm of his voice. This is just as well, as Noel Gallagher tells a pretty good story. There’s the one about his world tour with U2 this year, where the hangovers were monstrous. He has a foggy recollection of arriving at Bono’s house,...
Bring me the smelling salts - I think I'm going to faint with the shock of it. Rosanna and Wes will not be going to Mauritius on their usual massively well-earned post-Christmas break. The five-star lodgings the former Miss World, her hubby and family normally sojourn in, she explains, "has been undergoing a big renovation". Quelle dommage. Instead, Rosie will jet off to the Marbs of the United Arab Emirates.
'My music has a high irritation factor," Randy Newman once said. "I've always tried to say something. Eccentric lyrics about eccentric people. But I would plead guilty on the grounds that I prefer eccentricity to the bland."
The phone goes. It's Gayle Killilea - who is aware that I am interviewing Gavin Lambe-Murphy about his new book, Diary Of An It Boy. "Gavin was born on November 3, 1975," she says. "The same day as my best friend since I was three, Lucy Coyle, who died in the tsunami. Another of my other best friends is November 3, 1976. So when I met Gavin we hit it off on a different level of just social...
Life is generally something that happens elsewhere, when you are not looking, or are least expecting it. Last weekend, it happened to my wife and I when we took our little one to the Irish National Stud and Gardens in Kildare; it being a moment of magic. Emilia's imagination was suddenly ignited like something out of an old Walt Disney movie.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother, said Abraham Lincoln.
The obsession with beating down Bono is as Irish as a Tayto sandwich. For some, the inclusion of U2's lead singer in the Paradise Papers has turned him into some sort of antichrist of Killiney Hill.
Gorillaz? Too much self-indulgent/navel-gazing monkey business? Not quite. They are on their fifth studio album now (the beautifully apocalyptic Humanz - buy it alone to hear D.R.A.M., Noel Gallagher and Savages' Jehnny Beth sing about the primal energy of universal love in a post-Trump planet on We Got the Power.)
'Obviously, I'm the sister of an extremely famous athlete," Aoife McGregor says. What is just as obvious, however, is that having Conor McGregor as a brother certainly does not define her.
Earlier this year American neo-Nazi moron-in-chief Richard Spencer told the Conservative Political Action Conference that "Depeche Mode is the official band of the alt-right". It was a statement utterly more bizarre than any of the band's outrageous stage outfits.
The K Club, of course, is used to glamour of a certain style. It has played host to Prince Albert and Princess Charlene of Monaco and their family (who flew in from the principality on their royal private jet), and more recently pop superstar Justin Bieber with his entourage, and more recently still, American rapper Gucci Mane.
David Beckham's suite in the Four Seasons at Ten Trinity Square is not that much smaller than the pitches on which he made his mark, creating magic for Manchester United and Real Madrid, Paris Saint-Germain, AC Milan and LA Galaxy.
Some movie stars, when their multi-million dollar budget film comes out, have a glass of Chardonnay and enjoy the moment. In 2004, when Oliver Stone's epic Alexander was released, Colin Farrell received such a critical mauling for his performance in the title role that he got drunk out of his mind and vanished on a plane to Lake Tahoe. More than that, the young Brando from Castleknock...