seanachie

About Me

Seanachie was born at the precise moment in the 1970s when the Irish economy was going back to its rightful place...the dogs. He spent the eighties and nineties inhabiting the sometimes grey, sometimes green isle, which at the time was like a less-glamorous eastern-bloc country with handball (the Irish type), holy water and Brendan Grace. He is the only person ever to have got a Hoover past security at Dublin's achingly-hip Rí-Rá club. The Hoover was brand new and still in its box. He now lives in Paris, which is a bit like Galway, only bigger and fancier. His work has been translated into fifteen languages, including Welsh. Seanachie does not drink smoothies or cappuccinos but he does like premium beer.

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