Neutral? I don't care. I'm invading you anyway.
I decided to tune into the Eurovision the other night and took great pleasure in informing my rather elitist younger brother, who would be appalled by such a thought.
I decided to tune into the Eurovision the other night and took great pleasure in informing my rather elitist younger brother, who would be appalled by such a thought.
You know what, I'm sick of it. I'm just bloody sick of it. No, I'm not referring to the bankers who drove us to ruin. Or the voracious speculators who gambled against the house and now want us to cover their losses.
The news that Michael O'Leary will stay at the helm of Ryanair for another five years has provoked a predictable response in some circles – a bizarrely ungrateful mixture of scorn and contempt for both the man and his incredible aviation success story.
Abortion is once more back at its rightful place of destroying the national conversation and Irish politicians are worried that they are faced with the ultimate ecclesiastical red card – excommunication from the Catholic Church, if they vote for the proposed Protection of Life During Pregnancy Bill.
Only a few years ago, we were seeing wistful, ruminative articles in the papers – mainly by stupid people with too much money – telling us that we had all lost the run of ourselves and it was time for a reality check.
Why do we regard only children as demanding, spoilt and selfish?
Will it be as good as the much-loved original?
What top authors are packing this summer
Are 'emoji' dumbing us down, or enriching our communications
Guidelines on staying healthy during the exam season
Ditch the Caesar and try something different