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 …

By the time you are read this, most probably the peoples of lovely pissing Ireland will once again be slovenly paupers dressed in rags with begging bowls and long unkempt hair and straggly beards …

Behind You!!!!
I am not having been bothered to watch the useless football match last week between Ireland and France in Paris, France, if you remember, because I was say already back then that France would …

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.