John Brendan Keane (21 July 1928 – 30 May 2002) was an Irish playwright, novelist and essayist from Listowel, County Kerry. (wikipedia)
When my friends were besotted with Jason Donovan, my heroes were Colm O'Rourke and Barney Rock
How would you know a Cork footballer? He's the one who thinks that oral sex is just talking about it.
A Kerry footballer with an inferiority complex is one who thinks he's just as good as everybody else.
God created seaweed… The seaweed made the world.
I think the Irish woman was freed from slavery by bingo. They can go out now, dressed up, with their handbags and have a drink and play bingo. And they deserve it.
There were no ceilings. The walls were collapsed.
Now listen lads, I'm not happy with our tackling. We're hurting them but they keep getting up.
Everybody is Irish on St. Patrick's Day. We want people to enjoy themselves and learn something about the great culture and traditions of Ireland.
The reality is that we have two legislators who are very content with the situation as it is.
I've never had a green beer in my entire life. Oh, how I love Ireland. When she's doing well, I feel good; when she's not, I feel poorly.