We got to talking about designer drugs the other day.

I wouldn’t be too hot on the subject myself; to me, mephedrone sounds like a particularly humourless Transformer. Besides, I’m not one for designer anything; all …

Vengeance is a dish.
No, that’s it. Just a dish. A big, scrumptious, dreamy dish, best served seven ways from sundown if that’s your fancy, with a cherry on top and one of those crisp caramel …

Had I foreseen that “clairvoyance” would never be my most admired skill, I would have stopped putting it on my c.v. years ago. Hindsight is a fine(r) thing.

Because hookers are legal. Because there are stone walls and the grass is green. Because you’re positively encouraged to be shcuttered, fluthered, or just plain dhrunk (extra h’s mandatory).

Like Jimmy Rabbitte from Roddy Doyle’s “The Commitments”, or the other three from U2, I’ve often fantasised about being interviewed.

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 …

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 …