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Mar 22, 2002 · Borstal Boy. For a dozen years of my life, I gazed into the face of Brendan Behan almost nightly. There was an enormous photograph of him on the wall of O'Rourke's Pub on North Avenue, and it didn't take a lip-reader to guess which word began with his upper teeth posed on his lower lip. Drunk and disheveled, he must have been in a late stage of ...
Jan 1, 1990 · Borstal Boy makes me laugh out loud and also reminds me of my time in the British Royal Navy. One of the young Brendan Behan's fellow prisoners in the English young peoples' prison is a sailor named Charlie. The book shows some of the horrors of prison life but also a lot of the camaraderie that goes on whenever boys get together.
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Mar 1, 2002 · Rent Borstal Boy on Prime Video, or buy it on Prime Video. The sentimentality of Borstal Boy feels false in contrast to the gritty life of the actual Brendan Behan. Brendan Behan, a 16-year-old ...
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Borstal Boy is the autobiography that resulted from his experience. It belongs both to the genre of prison literature and to the long history of Irish-English relations, or animosities.
Mar 22, 2001 · Build 4c546e5 (7351) Based on Irish poet Brendan Behan's experiences in a reform school in 1942. A 16 year-old Irish republican terrorist arrives on the ferry at Liverpool and is arrested for possession of explosives. He is imprisoned in a Borstal in East Anglia, where he is forced to live with his would-be enemies, an experience that ...
Borstal Boy. Brendan Behan. Arrow Books, 1990 - Biography & Autobiography - 372 pages. I have him bitched, balloxed and bewildered, for there's a system and a science in taking the piss out of a screw and I'm a well-trained man at it.'. So writes Brendan Behan, poet, writer and literary legend, of the episode that coloured his life.
affectionate boy, found him distressing to meet and embarrassing to avoid. I would have a good excuse for not meeting him for some time to come. The blonde studied the Gaelic writing over Vereker’s shoulder. Disgusted, he turned to me and shouted, ‘You facquing bestud, how would you like to see a woman cut in two by a plate-glass window?’
