Complete shock that he’s gone.
Alan O Neill was a gentleman. A real Dublin man, hard as nails with a crazy twinkle in his eye. Went through some tough times chasing the acting dream in Los Angeles with him. When I had to move home, he stood with me on the side of Sunset Boulevard and helped me sell my stuff in a yard street sale, then we had beers and spoke about movies. I went back to London, he stayed, chasing the LA shadows and dreams. He acted in a little indie that i directed and that we never quite finished called The Cookies. He did it for me for the love of creating a character and some indie art. That’s what this picture is from. He loved watching McGregor fight. We saw him in Vegas, when the Irish took over. When it was simple.
The world will miss Alan, he was an optimist and an artist - a bloke to walk mountains with and to have your back, with the crazy streak of Hunter S Thompson breaking down his soul.
I will miss you buddy. We all will. But I am angry that you left without saying goodbye though. You better get me a beer when we meet again. You owe your family and friends that. Love always, be at peace now my friend.
Death is a real motherfucker.
I’ll get the Cookies finished and release it this summer, I owe him that. Already miss you buddy.