Peter McNiff, writer, Greystones, County Wicklow
WHO AM I?
I've been asking myself that question most of my life. People slap labels on me: office boy, church student, tramp, cyclist, soccer player, soldier, gunner, long distance runner, truck-driver, PRIZE WINNING JOURNALIST (like), dish-washer, waiter, cook, sailor, actor, navvy, photo-journalist, columnist, scriptwriter, correspondent, playwright, poet, hack, scribe, painter, producer, director, anchorman, TV AWARD WINNER (true), newspaper editor, television editor, gardener, decorator, DIGITAL ARTIST(definitely), dog walker, joker, historian, WRITER OF FICTION (preferred), liar, hill-walker, swimmer, independent film maker, lover, father, reporter, ducker, diver, and painter...
Favourite food: Son of a Bitch in a Sack.
Well I could go on. Labels don't make the man or the woman. As in fiction, their actions define them, the rise and fall of their energy, their moods, and the risks they take, their successes and failures, their strengths and weaknesses.
I can put a link in a bicycle chain.
I can touch type.
I can put a cork in a bottle but never on a sunny afternoon.
Second hand books, among other things.
Erm...."We'll always have Paris"