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 …

Ah old people, bless. I should say, before I go any further, that I like old people. I really really do. I aspire to be old people one day. It’s my only true ambition to …

Friends, readers, new mammies who typed cuddlepot.com incorrectly, I’d like to put to you a theory that you may find contentious, even contemptible.

According to a new poll – and don’t ask me where the poll was conducted, or what evil conglomerate commissioned it – the Irish moan for about 9.5 hours a week. Every week.

And I know …