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 …

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 …

Well, I did promise, didn’t I? Friday’s celebration of the cynically wonderful will now be balanced with five of the most horrifying splatters of televisual puke ever broadcast. Which could be a bit much for …

I did my Leaving Cert when I was sixteen years old, and I did reasonably well. Not as well as I should have, mind, what with having the motivation of a large, moss-infected boulder, but …

It will come as no surprise to most of you that Ireland is a very small place. I say “most of you” because I have to accept that that Ireland is a very small place …

I don’t pride myself on being contrary, you know.
Granted, there are perhaps too many very popular, very well-loved things I completely detest. Bill Murray, for one. Milk. Leona Lewis. I would keep my mouth shut …

A lass I know made a right nunky out of herself recently when she blithely asked a friend whether a penguin was a bird or a fish.

Her buddy laughed appreciatively. There’s no one who doesn’t …