Turbulent Priests

What if the Second Coming happened on a remote island off the Irish coast? And what if Dan Starkey was there to witness it, and, inevitably, cause mayhem?

That was the idea, and I`d great fun depicting the islanders as a bunch of religious maniacs, while going out of my way not to actually visit the place at all. I cunningly disguised Rathlin Island as Wrathlin Island, hoping that none of the natives would notice.

They noticed.

They kept trying to invite me to attend a literary festival on the island, which I knew was just a cover for luring me back so that they could nail me to a cross and set fire to it. Last year I finally relented and had great craic over a long weekend - they even got me to unveil a `Writer`s Chair`, which now sits proudly on the seafront with a nice brass plaque with my name on it.

It will be there long after I`m gone. Unless someone steals it, or writes `Piss Fuck Wank` over it.