One of my colleagues, in typically sniggery fashion, photocopied a guide to  office Christmas party etiquette and handed it to each of us in preparation for our staff night out, last Friday. And it was …

Just to get it out of the way, I’m going to start by telling you that I’m not surprised that the Bishop of Limerick has had to resign over his atrocious mishandling of child sex …

I don’t know when or why I first started hating milk. Presumably I drank it as a smallie – I hardly started off on hot ports and sausage sandwiches, despite what my figure suggests – …

Punishing budgets. Paedophile priests and church cover-ups. Well, woe is my green and fair land at the moment (not a euphemism).
With so many irks of national importance, or impotence, or whatever, it’s difficult to manage …

Well, I did promise, didn’t I? Friday’s celebration of the cynically wonderful will now be balanced with five of the most horrifying splatters of televisual puke ever broadcast. Which could be a bit much for …

Well, it’s the fourth of December, so we’ve had the ould Christmas ads on the telly for the last month and a half.

I think it’s high time we had a critical sconse at the whole …

I did my Leaving Cert when I was sixteen years old, and I did reasonably well. Not as well as I should have, mind, what with having the motivation of a large, moss-infected boulder, but …

The Late Late Toy Show is on tonight. It is a truth I wish people would pay heed to that Christmas ads, trees, ditties and shopping trips are only acceptable after its broadcast; the Toy …