Rory O'Neill AKA Panti

I think it's eight.

I looked it up on the internet last night.

Did you read it?

No, it's not in the book.

Oh, did I?

Oh, I must have.

Well, I haven't read my own book in many, many, many years.

But anyway, and then getting there, and I do have this, and I'm sure this must be in the book.

I have a very clear visual memory of seeing my mother's hands on the wheel driving home.

You know, kind of lit up by the light from the dashboard or whatever.

And just sort of being just very aware that they were just like, you know, to me at the time, I'm sure,

She was a young woman.

But to me, an old lady's hands, that actually does, you know, my mother isn't some sort of magical creature that nothing bothers her.

She's upset and angry and pissed off right now.

And I could tell.

That she was disappointed.

My mother, I think she's always resented that.

Well, it's like you often hear this discussion, don't you, about whether boarding school is a cruel thing that nobody should ever may do or whether it's good for you, blah, blah, blah.

And the truth is there's no answer to that because A, it depends on the school and B, it depends on the personality of the kid.

And there were kids in my class who should never,