(I’ve been missing again. Sorry. Finding it hard to shake the shingles and the lung infection. But I’m getting there.) I hear lots of people saying that the trouble with Ireland is that we elect the wrong people. Well, maybe we could do better. Maybe we do have someone, yet to present themselves, who can … Continue reading Which one's Mutt and which one's Jeff. God, they make our lot look brilliant.
Do you remember Extinction Rebellion protesting in Dublin not too many weeks ago? They took over Merrion Square, and spent a whole week telling us that, unless we change the way we live and change it now, the earth and humanity, are doomed. They were and are right, of course. Right in what they say. But not … Continue reading Sometimes, we elect eejits because we're not offered a choice – so where does Extinction Rebellion go when elections pop up?
There’s been something of an outcry over the news that the George Bernard Shaw, that distinctive pub on South Richmond Street in Dublin, is to close. Sadly, I’ve never been in it – I don’t have any tattoos and I can’t grow a beard. But it’s a place that certainly seemed to be lively any … Continue reading The George Bernard Shaw wasn’t another Wood Quay. But the Manhattan was close…
Nothing annoys me more than litter. Well, nothing apart from the eejits who don’t use their indicators, the people who block supermarket aisles, the drivers who only use the middle lane on the motorway, cyclists who break the lights, electric scooters, people rumbling for the exact change they never have, motorists who block the yellow … Continue reading Litter: It’s the most disgusting and annoying thing ever (apart from a few other things)
Notice anything? It’s the hair! From left, top row: Boris Johnson. Mad hair concealing a complicated “brain” which has spent most of its life dreaming up lies, mentally (at least) undressing good looking women, conniving, cheating, scheming, grabbing and being an all ‘round “cad” – a word a posh boy like Boris would know well. … Continue reading Hair: it’s at the root of the world’s problems
I’m not a big horse racing fan. But I was invariably sent to cover big horse racing meetings for the “diary’ in the Evening Herald. On one such occasion, I was sent to Galway Races. To be honest, I don’t like the races. Everyone’s too busy, in too much of a hurry, whispering about tips … Continue reading A Day at the Races
It was 45 years ago today, July 8, 1974. I know it as John Wayne Day. Maybe that’s not for you, but it definitely is for me.You see, I wasn’t long working in the Evening Herald that day. A year. That’s all. I was the cubbest of cub reporters.The news editor, Padraig Beirne asked me … Continue reading A bit of history to start with