Mouse Morris - Family/early Life

Family/early Life

Morris is the third son of Michael Morris, 3rd Baron Killanin, who was president of the International Olympic Committee from 1972 to 1980 and Chairman of Galway Racecourse from 1970 to 1985. His mother was Lady Sheila Killanin was the daughther of Canon Douglas Dunlop, a rector in Oughterard and the granddaughter of WD Dunlop who was involved in the construction of Lansdowne Road in 1872. During World War II his mother was a cryptographer at Bletchley Park. According to Morris, "she was in Hut 6, but she wouldn't ever talk about it. Neither of them would talk about the war. She was bound by the Official Secrets Act, but whatever she did, she got an MBE for it." Morris's twin brother became a photographer, while their elder brother, Redmond, followed in the footsteps of their father, Lord Killanin, by becoming a film producer. Films Redmond Morris has worked on include The Wind That Shakes the Barley Michael Collins and The Reader. Mouse Morris has one sister, Deborah.

At aged fifteen his formal education ended following his diagnosis with dyslexia. Morris then began working at racing stables.

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