How would you feel as a true-born pious devout Spanish nobleman to learn that when you die your God-given title will be inherit by a woman?  More than likely you will spuke up your breakfast …

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 …

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 …

If I had to use one word to describe last week it would be, disagreeable. Very disagreeable. Yes that’s two words but it was a very disagreeable week punctuated with moments of hilarity, amusement, falling …

I promised myself that I wouldn’t write about The Rose Of Tralee this year.

But then, I also promised myself that I’d uncover the meaning behind that strange graffiti in the jacks of An Cruiscin Lan, …

With half the country out of work and annoying the fuck out of me by getting to lie in on Monday mornings, I’m hardly going to say that this bloody recession isn’t as bad as …

Embittered hag that I am, I was not moved by the recent story that swine flu had claimed its first victim in Iraq.
“I’m sure,” scoffed I, “that the Iraqi people have more alarming dangers to …