Jarlath Regan: 'After 10 years in London, knowing that you’re home at last is a joy I’ll never be able to describe.' Photograph: Dara Mac Dónaill
The Ireland I grew up in felt very grey; it didn’t feel like there was a lot of colour. Flamboyance was frowned upon. I remember playing Gaelic football, and anybody that did anything creative was called a Fancy Dan. They were ostracised for attempting to be entertaining.
I grew up in the Curragh, Co Kildare. I always call the Curragh Ireland’s desert, because it’s so flat, green, vast, and isolated. A lot of my memories are of being on my bike and cycling into a gale force wind attempting to get to Newbridge to see my friends.
I was into art, drawing, painting, sculpture. And sport – basketball specifically. Basketball is a sport that is built on player and entertainment value.
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