YOU know that my family (kind of) claims ownership of the Poolbeg Chimneys. That’s simply because my father authorised their building and signed the cheque, so to speak, when the job was done. And while it wasn’t his own money, it was his call, it was his decision and it was his foresight. Indeed, the… Read more
I’ve seen the future. It’s Ireland, 2043. That’s just 23 years away. You might not recognise it. For example, this week in the future, there is a protest outside the Dáil – or Assembly of Responsible Democratic and Multi-Cultural Citizens as it now known. Men, God bless them, are protesting at their lack of representation… Read more
Carol singing: You can still raise a few bob if there are only two of you and it’s lashing rain. Well, we did!
Well it’s going to be a different Christmas isn’t it? Looks like I won’t get to do one of my favourite Christmassy things which is to stand on Grafton Street on Christmas Eve looking as smug as I can as last minute shoppers, panic all over their faces, rush from shop to shop looking for… Read more
Imagine having neighbours who don’t even own an apartment on the Costa del Sol let alone a house with a pool!
Do you think it would be a good idea if poor people wore signs so we’d know they’re poor. I mean, it’s ok if you’re rich and you’re in the Horseshoe Bar in the Shelbourne or playing golf in Adare. You’re not going to bump into poor people there. But when you’re just, you know,… Read more