There was once a public servant called John O’Donoghue.
He was stuffy of collar and puce of visage, as chunky as a tree trunk and as stubborn, too. He had the restraint of a boy king …

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 …

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 …

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 …

When schoolgirl’s dread was in my blood
I read of ancient demons
“Haughey’s kind has gone for good
No need for me to flee, then.”
But then when I grew up, my fears
Were sadly not in vain,
Our first world …