Sunday morning and all was not well in my world. I was tired and cranky and needed a bottle, preferably high end gin. This bout of entirely predictable bellyaching was brought on by the twin …

Ah, wrath is indeed the deadliest sin.
Now I want you all to say that in a Northside Dublin accent.
“Wrath is indeed the deadliest sin.”
Irish readers should know what I mean by now, but if you’re …

At the time of writing, I am after five full years of marriage, and two full glasses of Merlot.

And, y’know, it’s been great. There have been tears, laughter, tears of laughter, and heart-bursting declarations of …

You have the body of a Greek God. How do you stay in such amazing shape for your age?

Hola both my reader!  I am being back from have having had my busman’s holiday, which as you know was to be spent on a lovely driving tour of the Greek islands.  In retro specs, …

“It’s Patsy Cline!”
“No it’s not, it’s Tammy Wynette!”
“CLINE!”
“WYNETTE!” I jumped off the bar and threw my copy of Chat magazine behind me. I had been reading about a woman who claimed she had fallen pregnant, …

D’you know what I’m sick of? Up to the teeth, down to the ankles, to the tips of my neck hairs and the creases on the backs of my fucking knees, I’m sick of vampires. …

There was once a public servant called John O’Donoghue.
He was stuffy of collar and puce of visage, as chunky as a tree trunk and as stubborn, too. He had the restraint of a boy king …