Spotlight On Writers – Eamon O’Leary

I live in Carrigaline, a few miles outside Cork city, Ireland. Ireland’s second city is first in every important respect, at least according to us locals who cheekily refer to Cork as the Real Capital. A place where the weather and sport are the two main topics of conversation, natives have elevated exceptionalism to an art form, naturally considering Cork the funniest place on the planet while being the best at most things, most of the time. This thriving metropolis is made glorious by its location and steeped in history, both nationally and internationally.

An interesting Q. Acting the maggot during my formative years has given me plenty of material for a semi-autobiographical memoir, but I get ideas for short stories from day-to-day observations.

Hmmm. Maybe ”langer” or “pinkypepperhole”, but I’ll go for the craic. A word that confuses many outsiders, not be confused with that illicit substance. Craic is the atmosphere, fun, and carry-on surrounding a day or night out. Not surprisingly, there is usually drink involved.
Sorry, but I’ve never got the hang of poetry.