Had I foreseen that “clairvoyance” would never be my most admired skill, I would have stopped putting it on my c.v. years ago. Hindsight is a fine(r) thing.

Because hookers are legal. Because there are stone walls and the grass is green. Because you’re positively encouraged to be shcuttered, fluthered, or just plain dhrunk (extra h’s mandatory).

Like Jimmy Rabbitte from Roddy Doyle’s “The Commitments”, or the other three from U2, I’ve often fantasised about being interviewed.

In the third instalment (see previous instalments here) of my ‘Final Page’ series, I now present the last page of my Mafia novel ‘Vito Schillaci’. Though critical response was muted when first published in 1987, …

Although I am not by any stretch of the imagination an urban sophisticate and I always make a point of spitting after I say the word “cosmopolitan,” it has been impossible for me this summer …

In 2003, writer and producer David Crane approached me to guest-write a one-off, racist episode of the multi-award winning sitcom Friends. Laughs were put on hiatus, and characters instead asked to negotiate a gritty, thought-provoking …

The school year is over. MiniMe prepares for second class. I start clearing the bank account of the non-essentials – direct debits, loan repayments, sponsorship for blind orphaned cripples in Bangladesh – in preparation for …

The wise people of Limerick have spotted Our Lady hiding in a tree! It was not until they was sawing the tree in half that they find her (I espect she was playing hide and …