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...All About Hugh Daly...

Okay, do your forensic analysis on this lot and see what sort of a profile you come up with.

I am a native Irishman, who first saw the light of day on 4th January 1961 at a very early age and baptised as Hugh Maoil-Iosa Daly. Yeah, just like the Johnny Cash song, I have a lousy middle name. You may laugh, but I had to grow up with it. I went trough all the phases, fear, denial, anger, denial, emptiness, denial, hunger, denial, and more denial before finally coming to terms with it. By then I was 6 days old, feeling proud. The actual translation from Irish of Maoil-Iosa is Servant of Jesus. So there you have it. I was born in Banbridge and it was a great shock to my mother as she was in Newry at that time.

My profession is with the IT Industry, specialising in Business Information Management and Intelligence systems, eBusiness, eKnowledge, eCRM and Business Benefits Management..

I used to be a running enthusiast, training 60 mile per week. My PBs are 3:15 for my one and only marathon, 1:30 for a 15 mile race, and 33:30 for a 10k road race on a flat course in Newry.

My real passion is for gaelic football and supporting the County Armagh gaelic football team.

I'm also a TV sport junkie, (about 7.8 on the Homer Simpson scale). I will watch, soccer, rugby, athletics, cricket, hurling, gaelic football, snooker, cycling, grand prix racing, tennis, gridiron football, baseball, swimming, golf..... in other words, if paint drying was a sport then I would watch it on TV.

My major major major claim to fame (not) is that Donegal man, Daniel O'Donnell was once lucky enough to sit beside me on a flight from Belfast to London. I grabbed the opportunity to ask for an autograph for my mother, and he kindly wrote a small paragraph on the back of a computer systems service contract that I was reading at the time. My mother has since framed the contract, and it hangs proudly in her sitting room. To this very day, my aunt Nan still does not believe that it is the scribling of the great man himself.


Last Updated: April 10th, 2002