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 – …

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 …

Well, it’s the fourth of December, so we’ve had the ould Christmas ads on the telly for the last month and a half.

I think it’s high time we had a critical sconse at the whole …

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 …

The Late Late Toy Show is on tonight. It is a truth I wish people would pay heed to that Christmas ads, trees, ditties and shopping trips are only acceptable after its broadcast; the Toy …

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 …