In 1982, I had the privilege of being in a head-on car crash with crooning royalty, Frank Sinatra. Though I spent the next year in traction, the friendship that developed between myself and Old Blue …

For a time in the late 60s, myself, Jack Nicholson and Dennis Hopper were inseparable. The Three Amigos. Nobody called us that, which always surprised me. The Two Amigos would probably have been more accurate …

As a veteran of over sixty novels, nobody could quibble when I label myself Ireland’s greatest ever fiction writer. That’s about fifty-five books more than James Joyce, who nestles immediately below me in the pecking …

In 1968, a spotty, snot-nosed Jeremy Paxman approached me for advice. He relayed his dream of breaking into the world of hard-edged, current affairs broadcasting — a world in which I was already an international …

As a freelance journalist, I’ve interviewed everybody from Terry Wogan to Zag (the man who plays Zig cancelled at very short notice — highly unprofessional). None though, come bigger than Ireland’s most famous sons, rock …