Events have been take a turn for the würst since we were last chattering. For one thing we have had nothing during the past week escept for the wind, snow and heil here in …

So to the delight of waiters and bar staff all over Belfast the Tall Ships have been and gone. I’ve never been one for seafaring types or boats in general, except of course Captain Birdseye, …

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve been too nice recently.
Perhaps it’s because I’ve been relatively cosy in my seat of late (read: arse got fat), and have lost the spark of righteous indignation that …

I found myself thinking today about what song I would sing if I were to appear on X-Factor (possibly out of a puff of black smoke, like the wizened omen I know I could be). …

In the fourth instalment (see previous instalments here) of my ‘Final Page’ series, I now present the last page of my period drama ‘Sense and Prejudicability’. First published in 1992, my agent Diane begged me …

There was a terrible loud huge banging on my front door that wake me up last Thursday afternoon which make me think for certain that the anarchist police had come for me and which therefore …

Having had a long and sweaty day at work on Friday I was more than just a little disappointed to get home and find The Cousin’s chum/partner in menace John ‘the baby’ Barton and The …

Embittered hag that I am, I was not moved by the recent story that swine flu had claimed its first victim in Iraq.
“I’m sure,” scoffed I, “that the Iraqi people have more alarming dangers to …