Sir, – My father was a Guinness lorry driver. After the ending of the barge transfer from the brewery to the quays, he was assigned to the lorry tanker fleet. I was a young schoolboy at the time – the very early 1960s, I think. One day, I was cycling into the city centre “on a message”. Heading for Middle Abbey Street, I shot out of Lower Fownes Street, intending to cross the Ha’penny Bridge – and narrowly avoided being knocked down by a truck driven by my father. If he failed to kill me then, he had another go when he came home from work that evening! The “message” I was doing was to deliver my father’s “Spot the Ball” and crossword entries to the newspapers on Middle Abbey Street. – Yours, etc,
MARTIN RYAN,
Kinvara,
Co Galway.