Our city mayor, Frank Fahy, is a busy man. If he’s not opening events and making speeches in an official capacity as first citizen, he’s doing...
As I drove out of Galway on last week’s Blue Bag trip I noticed that there were traffic cones at Dead Tiger Roundabout. Between Oranmore and...
There was a time when the All-Ireland football and hurling championship was a simple affair – you played the teams in your own province and the...
There’s someone I would know well who is relatively mild-mannered – until they sit behind the wheel of a car and turn into an obnoxious git....
You know, of course, that your children love you, but as the years go by, it’s no longer unconditional – it’s a love from a safe...
My good friend The Body takes much pleasure in trying to wind me up about the Irish names of English celebrities.
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...