The legend goes that Matt would get up in the morning and cook a lovely big fry; eggs, bacon, tomatoes, sausages, the works. He’d make a big piping hot pot of tea, then just as everything was ready to serve he’d feck the lot of it into the bin and go for a big pray.
He was known as Mad Matt when he was alive and was scoffed at by his neighbours, after he died it was discovered that he went around with heavy chains tied to his arms, legs and waist. This act of self-flagellation and his fondness for mass made him a hero to the devout, so much so that the Pope venerated him.
Today he has a bridge named after him outside the Customs House, with a statue of him on it.