Those were the days. My Foster's drinking Australian namesake and distant relative, Mike O'Brien, gets a helping 'hand' from a copper and his helmet to make headlines. Incidentaly, the Policeman's helmet was auctioned off for charity in 2000. In the meantime, having tried to follow in Mike's naked footsteps (at a party in Brixton - sadly no photograpgs exist), I have gone on to become creative director, lecturer and artist, Mike has put his clothes back on and become a successful stockbroker.
Thursday 3 September 2009
I found my namesake hero Mike O'Brien
Those were the days. My Foster's drinking Australian namesake and distant relative, Mike O'Brien, gets a helping 'hand' from a copper and his helmet to make headlines. Incidentaly, the Policeman's helmet was auctioned off for charity in 2000. In the meantime, having tried to follow in Mike's naked footsteps (at a party in Brixton - sadly no photograpgs exist), I have gone on to become creative director, lecturer and artist, Mike has put his clothes back on and become a successful stockbroker.
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