Brendan Behan has written two plays and teetered out of more than two pubs. A Borstal Boy, a burly, beguiling balladeer, he's the sort the culture world sports every so often (no doubt through sheer boredom); a little like O'Casey or Saroyan or the late Dylan Thomas in his lusher moments. Between 1954 and 1956 he strung together a series of columns for the Irish Press; the grab-bag collection here shows them to be if not vintage BB at least not of off-years either. Full of jigs and jabberings about odd-ball cronies and conversations, Kilkenny, Dublin and Lyons, dogs, songs, tipplings, war, childhood, kissing at the zoo. Everything. The dialogue's mostly local, the jokes ditto. But there's a gusty spirit to it, a generosity of emotion, a gracefulness of expression. A fun book for fun people.