'There are top politicians with blood on their hands'
Suzanne Breen, Sunday Tribune | 22 May 2005
Seamus Ludlow never stayed out after midnight. He was 47 but he lived with his elderly mother and he knew she worried. Annie was bedridden. "Are you home yet Seamus?" she'd keep shouting down the hall until he returned from the pub. "He was a mammy's boy, no question about it," says his nephew Jimmy...