The O’Rierdons were a strong Irish family that since leaving Cork, in Southernmost Ireland, many generations ago, had established themselves in Kilburn, north-west London. Exiles they may have been, but they maintained the family traditions along with their Cork ties, and their Irish star had risen since that auspicious day Dah O’Rierdon had brought home the cockney waif run away from the East End, Chas Larkin.
Aoife O"Rierdon, Ma, was as good as her Gaelic name translation, Eve, and she nurtured Chas for those few days, tolerating his guttural pronunciation of her name as Weeffah, before tempting him to take a bite of the f*******n apple of revenge. She had shown him a better way of life. Better for them and their cause, though also, seen in a prudential light, and Chas did, not bad for
