My father had wanted to name me for Dylan Thomas. He had seen him speak on one of those drunken poetry tours he did. — Dylan Walsh Copy Share Image
“After about half an hour I give up, thinking he must have stumbled home, when I find him. I'm in the girls' toilets, washing my hands, and I hear drunken poetry being recited from the end stall. I walk down… — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
