Early and Private Life
Richard Bruton was born in Dublin, and grew up in Dunboyne, County Meath. He is the son of Joseph and Doris Bruton. He was educated at Belvedere College, Clongowes Wood College, University College Dublin and Nuffield College, Oxford. At Oxford he graduated with a MPhil in Economics, his thesis being on the subject of Irish public debt. He is a Research Economist by profession, and after university he worked at the Economic and Social Research Institute. This was followed by two years in the tobacco company P.J. Carroll before moving on to his final private sector job at CRH.
He is the younger brother of John Bruton – former Taoiseach and EU Ambassador to the United States.
Bruton is married to Susan Meehan and they have four children, two sons and two daughters.
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