I Miss Martin Rogan

I grew up in Rogan's hood. Rogan's mum, Martha Anissa Kate O'Rogan, used to always ask if we wanted cookies. And when we'd say 'yes,' that we did, in fact, want cookies, she would look at our handkerchief sacks that we were holding up to her, and she would dump a bunch of flour and sugar into them. Now, here's the thing, she took the time to measure out the correct ratios of flour and sugar for a good cookie, but any other agent of flavoring, texture or structure was left up to us. She was giving us measured resources, but it was the asking if we wanted cookies that was frustrating. Because, yes, we'd like ready-made cookies. But free flour and sugar is very kind, considering it was an impoverished neighbourhood. I only wish she wouldn't have asked if we wanted the finished product or that she further took the time to bake the cookie and share it with us. We'd have gladly done chores for her to pay her back if she had. Martin used to punch us if we didn't anyway.

 

It,s his younger brother....

 

One of the nicest fellas I’ve met in my time in the sport. Ended up singing the Rebs with him at 2am in the hotel after Prizefighter.