It will come as no surprise to most of you that Ireland is a very small place. I say “most of you” because I have to accept that that Ireland is a very small place …

I don’t pride myself on being contrary, you know.
Granted, there are perhaps too many very popular, very well-loved things I completely detest. Bill Murray, for one. Milk. Leona Lewis. I would keep my mouth shut …

People do like to spin drama around themselves, don’t they? Drawing castles in the air, except … castles under siege and with buttresses falling off all over the gaff. You know what I mean. Anything …

Boobs.
They’re soft, they’re bouncy, and half the world has a pair; it’s very difficult not to be a fan of teh boobage, let’s face it. Even if you don’t find them sexually appealing, even if …

A lass I know made a right nunky out of herself recently when she blithely asked a friend whether a penguin was a bird or a fish.

Her buddy laughed appreciatively. There’s no one who doesn’t …

It seems that the latest craze is writing letters to your 16-year-old self, full to the chunkies with insight, compassion, and the kind of sarcasm that’s ever-so-subtly poignant and has the ould tears globbing like …

Halloween, and there were no egg missiles.
No fireworks. No trick-or-treating teenagers with personalities so dire, their Scream masks made them considerably more attractive. No bonfires. No dogs trying to swallow their own tails as bangers …

When is a nasty scum-sucking cunt not a nasty scum-sucking cunt?
When he’s addicted to heroin.