“… and that way you can be sure you’re safe!” … and so ends an advert on the telly for some kind of computer safety software,...
What’s a fella to do, as the song says. The thunder clouds roll in and it’s sweaty and the flies are out and it’s been another...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley Drowning in Galway’s annual torrent of festivals celebrating film, the arts, poker and horse racing, I pack Blue Bag and head...
When my friend and teacher Iris Leal read the manuscript of my most recent novel, she said she felt it was a little misogynistic. Admittedly, the...
I’m ashamed of myself. I’ve willingly and knowingly embraced consumerism as a hungry dog facing a bowl of food.
Back in Galway at the end of a recent marathon of trips to England, and I’m tired. Dripping dribble tired. Deflated-balloon-sculpture-held-together-by-chewing-gum tired.
Double Vision with Charlie Adley After reading Denise McNamara’s excellent piece in the Tribune’s The Look magazine recently about her experience of the Electric Picnic, my...
Double Vision by Charlie Adley Last Friday evening I rolled down the blinds in my living room to block out the blazing sunshine, so that I...
