I live in Irish Suburbia – in a satellite town outside a stunted city, in a housing estate surrounded by countless other housing estates, each one as wholesomely boring as the next. And, like any …

In the second instalment (see previous instalments here) of my ‘Final Page’ series, I now present the last page of my horror novel ‘The Bloodening’.

How would you feel as a true-born pious devout Spanish nobleman to learn that when you die your God-given title will be inherit by a woman?  More than likely you will spuke up your breakfast …

Waiting! What a wonderful and noble profession. If it wasn’t for waiters it would just be nicely dressed people sitting in fancy rooms looking at menus and chefs sitting in kitchens drinking beer, smoking pot …

Y’know, I don’t trust this Coir crowd.

Sure how could I? There they are, circling the streets, each moving with the grace of a starving pterodactyl, each as unflappable as Chris De Burgh’s ego. Their posters …

I’m a lover of eloquent words, a believer in the destructive power of a timely quip, or the restorative properties of a beautifully-turned compliment. But I’m also … of a certain age. And I can’t …

The music world was effectively ended last week with the news that Noel Gallagher has quit Oasis.

I am this week bringing you the Good News almost like an evangelical Protestant, escept without the scary stare, the Sarah Palin grin, or the subconscious knowledge that I am anyway going to Hell in …