We was tough as teenagers, me and mah girlies. We was ruthless, sassy, cool – the Pink Ladies crossed with a collaboration of frustrated crocodiles.

I’m to move house in the next couple of weeks, which should prove about as much fun as trampolining on a soiled mattress. The things we do for warmth and shelter, eh? At least the …

By some curious combination of misadventure and recklessness, I ended up in Killarney yesterday afternoon.
There is no finer place in Ireland for people-watching, because most of them are foreign, and the rest of them are …

What a shitty time poor Farah Fawcett had yesterday! To be interrupted in your induction into Heaven’s heavenly regiments by bawls of…
“Holy Jesus, is that Michael fucking Jackson?”
“O.M.GEEEE I think it is! Out of the …

I travelled back in time last Friday.
No, not to last Friday. That would have been a bit pointless, going back in time all of three days … unless I’d done something utterly catastrophic on …

Dear Problem Pages,
I’m hoping you can help me with an embarrassing problem I’m having, financially and professionally. I think I’m being bullied and I don’t know where to turn.
I hired this company of gobshites to …

I wrote before about rugby before, about how I didn’t get it, how it made very little sense to me, how surprised I was that the whole country turned into experts on cauliflower ears and …

I sent some of my fucktion to great friend wise accomplice artistic soul Kevin today, and was most pleased when he mentioned that I write well from a man’s point of view.
“I was born a …