All over the gaff, from all angles, there’s a lot of chit chat (veering into shit chat) on the topic of illegal downloading, or piracy for those of us who like to paint it as …

I promised myself that I wouldn’t write about The Rose Of Tralee this year.

But then, I also promised myself that I’d uncover the meaning behind that strange graffiti in the jacks of An Cruiscin Lan, …

Once upon a time, the Communist atheist New York Times write an editorial in which it was warning that Fascism could arrive in America “silently, slowly, like fog creeping in on little cat feet.”  I …

As my regular reader will know, the southern part of the island of Fuerteventura is comprise of the province of Jandía, which is all very beautiful and mountainous and also with the long broad beaches …

So according to Simply Zesty – Online PR and Social Media website I am the 17th Most Influential Irish Person on Twitter. Get in! Well you can just imagine the whoop whooping of delight when …

With half the country out of work and annoying the fuck out of me by getting to lie in on Monday mornings, I’m hardly going to say that this bloody recession isn’t as bad as …

B*Witched. Stirrup leggings. Pat Kenny. Oh, the list of bugbears from my past that haven’t actually fucking stayed there would be much too long to post here,

In his first interview since dying, the King of Pop Michael Jackson sits down for a chin-wag with Coddle Pot, via the psychic ducting of Uri Geller’s frontal lobe. I shit you not. Enjoy!