It is hard to underestimate the amount of sadness in these words as he says them. And if there's something I don't like I don't do it." Born on September 5, 1987, the youngest child of Phil (from Belfast) and Valerie (from Dublin), Philly is definitely wiser than his years.
Later in life, when he was coming off drugs, in his final letters to his little brother, John would tell Philly how proud he was of him - "and, strangely, he'd always apologise for what he had done, going on drugs". Not in any deep-seated desire not to be like his brother. He talks for almost two hours and there is not a bother on him.
The sex scenes were actually pretty tame compared to the ones in the Old Testament that I'd started to peruse on my own, after an introduction in a World Religions course.
Neely O'Hara getting drunk on pills and dancing around naked by the pool while her presumably gay husband played "Mark My Polo" with a Swedish model was nothing compared to that pillar of salt business. Translate it into Spanish and you have a telenovela that would never make it past the censors at Telemundo.
That day at Dardistown Cemetery in Dublin, Philly felt, he says, "sad, frustrated, regret, disbelief." "It was tough for me - tough for all my family. (He also has three sisters: Kelly, Lindi and June). If anyone came near me, I could say, 'I'll get my big brother after you'." Growing up in Ballymun, says Philly, the worst thing that can happen is that you have a family member that becomes a drug addict. "We [Dublin] were in the All-Ireland semi-final against Mayo in 2012 and if we won that he wanted to come home to the All-Ireland Final. He died in September which is the month we would have played the All-Ireland Final. "He had written me a letter saying he was off heroin and he was going into methadone recovery.
Following on from having a drug addict in the family, adds Philly, the biggest worry is when you get a knock on the door from An Garda Siochana. "That's what we always as a family dreaded," says Philly. Because all the other knocks were for him getting into trouble. "He was going through recovery in London that year when we won the All-Ireland and he didn't have the money to come home." Does he ever remember playing and John being in the stands cheering him on? It was that weekend he was going into recovery and he died that Wednesday, the 7th, two days after my birthday," Philly says, emotion writ large across his boyish face.
The point is that no one bothered to teach me about the carnal side of life, and like my plaid-kilted sister-women, I figured it out pretty much on my own. I know I'm in a minority these days, what with all of the necessary efforts to prepare young adolescents and teenagers for this overly sexualized society where kids start "dating" before they reach the double digits. This past week, I was reading one of my favorite columnists at this newspaper, Howard Gensler a/k/a Tattle, and I read about a nascent attempt to lobby Disney to create a "gay" heroine.
But I'm not so optimistic that this really stupid idea will fade away.LIKE MOST Catholic-schooled girls who grew up in the 1970s, I learned about sex (including where it was done, how it was done, to whom it was done and if, in fact, it was done) by reading several dog-eared Jacqueline Susann novels.My favorite was "Valley of the Dolls," which I sneaked into my bedroom somewhere around 1974 when I was 12.The guys in San Francisco, not ALL of them, but a LOT of them, don’t open doors, walk on the proper side of the sidewalk, or stand up when the woman gets up from the table.But then again, why should they since the women in SF seemingly don’t care?