Journalists

Thursday 24 August 2017

Dublin players, Kevin McManamon, Alan Brogan, and Bernard Brogan celebrate with the Sam Maguire cup after the game

No grey day for the Blues as the Dubs are the raining champs 

Kerry were the reigning champions, but Dublin are the raining champions. It wasn't merely a gentle autumnal mizzle which fell timidly upon Croker for the duration of the match, it was sheet after sheet of driving stair-rods hammering down on the players, on the grass, on the Hill. It was a West of Ireland downpour, almost as if the Kerry lads had scooped it up from a stormy Atlantic coast and conveyed it to the capital on the team bus.

Diarmuid Connolly

The Blues' bottle is back as a wave of goals swamps the green and red 

'I won't give you my name," explained Vinny, moments after surrendering his Christian one. He didn't want to appear disloyal to his county, but he feared for Mayo. On the train to Dublin that morning, he had listened to the bright chatter of the green and red pilgrims as they travelled hopefully once again. Much of the talk centred around how best to deploy their half-man, half-skyscraper Aidan O'Shea, and around the Dracula-like revivification of Dublin forward Diarmuid Connolly in the dead of the night.

Irish Water boss John Tierney and then-Environment Minister Phil Hogan are all smiles at the announcement of Irish Water's Cork call centre in May 2013

Irish Water got off to a bumpy start - and ham-fisted hands on the wheel have kept it sailing close to the rocks 

For decades to come, in business schools and on communications courses around the globe, the Irish Government's chaotic battle to sell water charges to the electorate will be a compulsory cautionary tale. It will illustrate how an initial challenge blossomed into an omnishambles through a mixture of incompetence and arrogance and a litany of gaffes, U-turns and an unerring ability by both...

Profumo affair: Model Christine Keeler's dalliance with a Tory minister ended in his resignation

No political sex scandals, please, we're Irish... 

It is, even while taking into account the jolly high bar set by previous British politicians who found themselves embroiled in sexual skulduggery, a doozy. The image on page one of yesterday's UK edition of the The Sun (which once seen, can never be unseen) shows a 69-year-old pot-bellied peer, Lord John Sewel dragging on a ciggie while relaxing in a black, leather, studded jacket and a coral-coloured bra (so this season's shade) belonging to a prostitute.