Ronald J. Kerrigan was born at an untimely age - the Bronze Age, to be precise - in the town of Belfast. His first public appearance occurred when he asked to use the toilet at school. This blog shows the range of his unpublished and unfinished work which was discovered in the buttonhole of his jacket after his death. His lifelong passions included walking round corners (although he also liked square corners); sailing of the coast of Norway and shouting, 'Here Boy!' at dogfish; and travelling to imaginary locations during the frozen winter. Sadly, on a recent trip he was hit on the head by a snowflake. His last words were, 'Whoops-a-daisy.'
