10th June, 2016


Here are newspaper cuttings of more or less recent date related to my nephew Luke and his business as well as the late Paddy Merrigan, his obituary.   Both of these people are or were known to me.

Paddy’s obituary says nothing about his character, which was certainly memorable. He was unusual, verging on the eccentric. He told me he was thinking of writing his life story. I suggested the title, The Stuttering Boy, because he overcame a severe stutter only in adult life. In the course of that effort and to further its achievement he once spoke from a balcony to the assembled diners in Bewley’s restaurant in Dublin, probably much to their surprise. This, after asking permission of the management.

He was a man of achievement, certainly, in his professional career, as outlined in his obituary. He was a man whom the saying it takes all sorts to make a world could have been written for.

My nephew Luke is making some splash in the world as far as the Sunday Times is concerned, having this article, How I Made It, appearing there last Sunday. Last Sunday but one by the time you get this. Luke thinks Brexit, the U.K. leaving the E.U., is not likely but I think it quite possible. Luke thinks the head will rule the heart when the voters in the forthcoming referendum take into account the economic repercussions. Not if they go the way of the Irish in the nineteen twenties.

Luke’s business anyway has a three million euro turnover, which is not the same thing as profit but quite a handy number. Whether on such a figure he can actually be described as having made it is a moot point.   He does not own the skyscrapers in the background in his photograph. He looks almost equally impressive. His business is in the modern electronic digital hardware area selling artefacts designed by himself as well as other products, all sold via the internet. He is a twenty first century man.

Here with this letter are writings of mine since the last lot I sent you so very recently up to and including one named Naming Names, although your name does not find a mention. I have yet to photocopy the newspaper cuttings mentioned above and now with great foresight write you this letter. It is well to be prepared, so boy scouts are told, and rightly so. This I will post to you today Friday at the post office in Arklow when I collect my pension later this morning. That, anyway, is my plan. Who knows, it may be the afternoon before the post office receives my custom. Anyway, the cuttings, as promised.

I am glad you enjoyed the book of Dublin in the seventies. Best wishes, David Tich Ennis. I have other names also but won’t bore you with details.