Jeweller Kate Appleby weds former Leinster rugby player Dominic Ryan in Monaghan
There was something in the heir last weekend in Greece.
There was something in the heir last weekend in Greece.
One of life's imponderables: is it one of Bob Dylan's more mischievous jokes on the world that he tends to open his shows - as he did last night in...
"I'VE never played in daylight before,” Neil Young joked at his Hyde Park show in London on Friday night, allegedly putting on some grunge-resistant...
Word has it that Bob Dylan personally requested that Glen Hansard play this support slot in...
Brendan Grace's ruling philosophy seemed to be: ''Stop hoping for happiness tomorrow. Have it...
Joy is unconfined next week for Rosanna Davison and Wesley Quirke. I know what you're thinking; joy is unconfined every week for Rosanna Davison and Wesley Quirke.
Unless you're Carl Jung, I suggest you analyse the words of Thom Yorke's twitchy third solo album Anima at your peril. You might as well as bake a cake blindfolded while dancing along to Paul Thomas Anderson's 15-minute music video for the album on Netflix as to expect to decode Yorke's abstract post-George Orwell fortune cookie wisdoms on Anima.
Adele King aka Twink has always reminded me of one of those great pioneer women who crossed the wild plains of America in the 1800s with a bible in one hand and a hatchet in the other.
Will the Duchess of Cambridge be there? My lips are sealed. Next Sunday, acclaimed Kerry-born artist Gemma Billington is unveiling her new exhibition An Duchas at Cill Rialaig Arts Centre in Ballinskelligs. Lest we forget, Gemma's pal Kate Middleton, in 2007, pitched up with her mother Carole at the opening night of Gemma's exhibition Wild Winter off Skellig at Urban Retreat, Hanover Quay in Dublin.
Phil Lynott didn't lick it off the stones. His mother had rock star charisma in spades. She had a...
A Bentley sits magisterially in the driveway. When the door to Louis Murray's home of nearly 40...
"I'm a singer/songwriter/teacher/mother," says Cork's own Hilary Bow, who releases Don't See Any Lines this Thursday on World Refugee Day. She...
Thunder only happens when it's raining? Neither happened last night in Dublin as Fleetwood Mac brought their classic 1970s Californian rock...
'I've never met an animal I didn't like," the late Doris Day once said, "and I can't say the same thing about people."
There was something in the heir last weekend in Greece. Indeed there were wedding belles ringing out across Europe. But I digress...
In 1997, before he died, the author William Burroughs described Patti Smith (in a piece he wrote for a photographic book by Michael Stipe) as like a "shaman" - "someone in touch with other levels of reality".
In the late 1990s, Mr Neil Young was asked, unwisely, how he felt being called The godfather of Grunge. He thought about it for a second before harrumphing hilariously: "I prefer Don Grungio..."
'Sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast," goes the famous line in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.
The drive from Dublin to Dingle would wreck your head.
It is unlikely, though not implausible, that Prince Rogers Nelson would have sanctioned the release of Originals, a compilation of 14 previously unreleased compositions - some technically demos - written for other performers.
I first revealed the lovely story of their relationship almost eight years ago in this very column. So your diarist is exceedingly glad to see the incomparable Liz O'Donnell and her beau, high-flying legal eagle John White, are still going strong. Take last weekend. There was a big family soiree of 13 or so people in Rasam, Glasthule for John's birthday.
No better woman than Imelda May to headline Kaleidoscope, Ireland's first proper camping festival for families, on June 28, 29 and 30 in Russborough House, Blessington.
I met the one and only Mike Scott last Thursday night. There are very few rock stars like him. The energy around him is like electricity, like an aura that God stopped manufacturing years ago.
It's official. Leo Varadkar does things differently. That's probably why he is Taoiseach. That's why most of us love him. Take a casual chat your diarist had with our great leader last Thursday afternoon.
I don't know what you did last Sunday - something profoundly civilised, no doubt. And I hope you thoroughly enjoyed it, too.
Belfast became extra posh last week. Galen and Hilary Weston attended a special service of thanksgiving at Belfast Cathedral for Sacha, the Duchess of Abercorn, who died on December 10 in London.
Saturday, we’re in love. Tomorrow night, Robert Smith will take the stage for a massive show in the home town of a band he never wanted to be like in any shape or form. In the late 1980s The Cure were being touted as the next U2. They had a number one album with Wish and played two stadium tours across America. “I was congratulated and told I was amazing whenever we went,” he said in an 2012 interview with Word magazine, “and that was the most miserable year I ever had.”
It's like an episode of House of Cards, shot in a former minister for justice's house in Dundrum. Sitting with a cup of coffee, a denim-clad Alan Shatter says we live in a world where truth and fake news are seen through a different prism because of Donald Trump.
Lemmy was asked in 2010 the secret of his survival. "Not dying," the Motorhead legend replied.
Ray Darcy isn’t the king of self-doubt. That crown, in fact, rests rather more heavily on the head of Bruce Springsteen.
Last night in Cork Rod Stewart made sure that Liam Miller was in our hearts.
Travelling in the company of those we love, goes the phrase, is home in motion. With young kids - even young kids we love - it is more like hell in motion. They say madness is to keep doing the same things and expecting different results. Still, my wife and I hoped against hope when we flew back from Gran Canaria. Our flight home to Dublin with the kids proved to be even worse - if such a time can be possible - than the one going out two weeks ago.
It can't but have been one of the most stylish weddings of the year thus far - given the bride and her credentials. Head of Communications for L'Oreal Ireland, Roisin Tierney- Crowe got married in her home village of Templederry in Co Tipperary yesterday. It is a long way to Tipperary but home is where the heart is for bride Roisin, who married beau Mark McCarthy at 1pm in the Church of the Immaculate Conception. And Roisin was the absolute personification of immaculate, wasn't she?
Boys mightn't cry - but they certainly listen to a wide selection of tunes when they're growing up.
Bohemian smackhead symphonies he has written aplenty. Still, Peter Doherty, the Rimbaud/Bauderlauire/insert your own bonkers poet of his day, knows his way around a poignant if earthy lyric.
The future Mrs Day had quite a day in a certain swish St Stephen's Green establishment last Sunday. I speak, of course, of Nadia Forde.
In his wanton 1970s and 1980s heyday, Elton John was probably more rock 'n' roll than Led Zeppelin and The Who combined.
WC Fields said, wisely: "Never work with children or animals." I am going to amend that to: "Never travel with young children..."
Wearing a teeny weeny Ireland jersey, Johnny Sexton was six years of age when his dad, Jerry, took him to Lansdowne Road for the first time to see a rugby match.
It's not often this happens.
"He not busy being born is busy dying", goes the famous lyric from It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) in 1965. Born on May 24, 1941, Robert Allen Zimmerman, aka Bob Dylan, has been busy being something all his life. He seems incapable of sitting still for very long if at all - 38 studio albums and counting (and, as he sang on the 2015 album Tempest: "I ain't dead yet. My bell still rings.")
Judge him at your peril because he has long hair and dresses like one of the Twelve Apostles styled by Iggy Pop. I find Guggi - for it is he - to be one of the most reliable, and nicest, of gentleman. If he tells you he will be somewhere, there is never a last-minute text to say that something came up.
Formerly The North London Invaders, Madness formed in 1976 - six teenagers with too much energy who, as Deborah Ross put it in the Independent in 1991, had been "brought together by a north London youth club and a love of Jamaican and jazz music".
In 'The Inside Story Of Primal Scream's Screamadelica', James Brown wrote in Sabotage Times: "It was a Monday morning but it could have been a Tuesday morning as they hadn't actually stopped for sundown or sunrise for a while. The only reason they knew it was Monday was because the newspapers their agent had been reading before they left his flat were Sunday newspapers. Bobby Gillespie and Andrew Innes headed out late Friday night and just done club - club - club - club - flat - flat - flat - club - club - club - club ever since. Neither of them had been home for a while. But...
For a time, we lingered to take it all in. Walking through Kilkenny Castle it is difficult not to be struck by the history of the place. It was here in the castle’s state apartments in the 17th Century, the 1st Duke of Ormonde, received the Papal Nuncio, Giovanni Battista Rinuccini during the Irish Confederate Wars. (The latter made it known that his mission from Rome was to “sustain the King, but above all to help the Catholic people of Ireland in securing the free and public exercise of the Catholic religion”.) It is possibly one of the earliest Norman stone castles to be built in Ireland;...
Ageism never gets old. Especially when you use it against yourself like a weapon. It wasn't my first "I feel old" moment. (Hardly. I felt "too old" for going to nightclubs in my late 20s - needless to say that feeling didn't stop me going - and I felt "too old" for my mother bringing me to school when I was nine, and "too old" for going swimming with my dad when I was 12.) When I had my long...
The PR from the Gate thinks I've been thrown out of the interview. And in a way, I have. As punishment for mentioning "the Scottish play" [for the non-luvvies among you, that's Macbeth], Samantha Bond has ordered me to go outside the door in the green room and spin around three times saying sorry before knocking on the door and asking to come back in again.
Rosanna Davison went to the Spinal Injuries Ireland annual spring lunch last Saturday. It was an event very close to the former Miss World's heart. And to her mother Diane's, who accompanied Rosanna to the admittedly swish do at the InterContinental hotel in Ballsbridge.
Meghan Markle once said Sophie Ellis-Bextor's Murder On The Dancefloor was her favourite song. Upon hearing of the Duchess of Sussex's comment, the creator of the aforementioned 2001 neo-disco smash recalled another fan.
Laura Whitmore is lost in a snack-filled dream world. "Oh, I have a Tayto sandwich on special occasions," she swoons. "But not every day," she says, adding that: "I get my mum to send me over tea bags. There is a little shop at the end of my road with an Irish section. They have little things like your bags of crisps and tea bags etc." Laura then names the five things she misses...
Keith Richards and Mick Jagger's falling out, once upon a time, wasn't so much a marriage break-up. It was more a civil war between two of the biggest ego maniacs in the music industry.
Homelessness is no laughing matter . That hasn’t stopped one of Ireland’s funniest women, comedian par excellence Deirdre O’Kane from joining the cast of the Rock Against Homelessness concert at the Olympia on April 23.
I don't smoke dope. Still, that doesn't stop me believing the universe is not separate from us, with its vibrations ... that existence is a great mystery... and that we are all connected to the ever-changing flow of life. Someone stop me if I sound like I may have swallowed each and every song on Astral Weeks by Van the Man in one sitting.
We nearly didn't make it.
Cathy Jordan was 12 years of age when her big sister Marie brought her to see De Dannan in concert in Keadue, County Roscommon. It was upon hearing Dolores Keane sing that night that made Cathy's mind up that she wanted to be a singer. Marie worked in St James's hospital as a laboratory technician while Cathy went on to be a gael force of a lead singer with Dervish...
Bond's the name. Samantha Bond. She is one of Britain's national treasures.
I had lunch with a friend in The Merrion Hotel the other day. I hadn't lunched there in quite a while. But it brought back memories. The last time, admittedly, was a more than eventful repast. It was actually a brunch with the Queen of Food Kitsch herself, Nigella Lawson many years ago...
When legendary Nordie Eddie Irvine was driving like a bachelor bat out of hell for Ferrari in the 1990s, Formula 1 was far more exciting than it is now. All these years on Fast Eddie hasn't lost his fast wit, as I discovered as I chatted to him last Thursday night.
It probably wasn't the best Christmas present he ever got. But Neil Young probably laughed up his flannel shirtsleeve when he received it.
James Brown said Rod Stewart was the world's greatest white soul singer. And to quote one of James's great songs, the one-time sex machine and Jack The Lad certainly enters his suite at the InterContinental in Dublin on the good foot. Beneath his gravity-defying hairdo, he wears it well, his 74 years, in skintight pinstripe trousers, silk scarf, dapper jacket, and leopard skin brothel-...
The King of the Kop - thus named because he scored a club record of 346 goals in 660 appearances for Liverpool - made it official with his Queen two weeks ago.
Your diarist bumped into Deirdre O'Kane on Grafton Street last week. Was she tangoing? No, merely walking, sadly. The actress, comedian, and one-time star of Dancing With The Stars - hence the bad tango joke - was coming out of Martin McDonagh's The Cripple of Inishmaan at the Gaiety Theatre, with her kids Holly and Daniel. She told me she was gearing up for Paddy's Night in Support of Comic Relief at the 3 Arena on March 17 which Deirdre has organised now for the third year.
A black female artist directly addressing a racist and anti-women society, Nicki Minaj is the agent provocateur of hip hop. Uncompromising to the last, she has fought her way to the top, becoming the most popular female rapper, bar none.
"Homelessness is a crisis in Ireland - and we should be doing all we can to help," says the internationally acclaimed Camille O'Sullivan who will headline the Sunday Independent's annual Rock Against Homelessness concert in aid of Focus Ireland at the Olympia Theatre in Dublin on April 23.
Golda Meir once said: ''Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.'' I fully agree with these wise words from the fourth prime minister of Israel. But first you have to get on to the actual plane. And I had my moments last weekend...
Given that the band Walter Becker co-founded in 1971 with Donald Fagen went in for "richly ambiguous harmonies rooted in Debussy, Duke Ellington, Charlie Parker and Sonny Rollins" (as the New York Times noted), perhaps Walter Becker's taste was no surprise at the end.
I can solve the mystery of why Daithi O Se left the Cork studios of the Today show last Thursday in such a hurry...
At Glastonbury in 2017, Bradley Cooper introduced the outlaw himself Kris Kristofferson. Cooper was, of course, being filmed playing a guitar in front of the giant Glasto festival crowd for his then forthcoming movie with Lady Gaga, A Star Is Born, an earlier version of which Kris Kristofferson had co-starred with Barbra Streisand in 1976.
I was born with a dent in my chest. "Pigeon chest" was, I think, the phrase I grew up hearing. There were other names, some of which made me feel like a freak growing up. Philip Roth wrote in Everyman that: "Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre."
Time magazine named Miller’s Crossing one of the 100 greatest movies of all time. In the Coen brothers’ 1990 gangster classic set during Prohibition Gabriel Byrne played loner anti-hero Tom Reagan, the right-hand of aging Irish mobster Leo O’Bannon played by Albert Finney. Their performance together cast a spell.
Ska for the madding crowd. Encore, The Specials' third album - their first new material in two decades - bristles with rage relevant for the times: everything from Brexit to misogyny to racism. The album kicks off with a disco-ish cover of The Equals' 1973 classic Black Skinned Blue Eyed Boys.
The Prince of Wales is travelling to his pal John McColgan's soiree in London in two weeks. Sorry, I tripped and fell face-first onto my computer keys. That should read: superstar Gabriel Byrne, who is filming a movie in Wales, is travelling up to London with wife Hannah Beth for his friend's big night at the Palladium.
It seems like another lifetime now. February, 2008 - Rome. Young Dubliner Alli MacDonnell - flanked by fellow models Vogue Williams and Tara Leniston - is holding a very surreal court in the Italian capital late one evening, explaining to the locals the meaning of certain Dublin words, while drinking a glass of red wine.
Irish actress Victoria Smurfit has paid tribute to Albert Finney, who died of a chest infection last week at 82.
In 1945, Aviation Radioman Third Class Paul Newman, assigned to Pacific-based replacement torpedo squadrons in World War II, was sent to the USS Bunker Hill before the Battle of Okinawa. In a stroke of fate, the Ohio boy's life was saved when his pilot got an ear infection and was unable to fly bomber missions. When the replacements were killed in action in the Battle of Okinawa, Paul Newman was forever left with the belief that life is mostly about luck.
Peter Casey's former PR, the beautiful Sharon Bannerton, won't be moving in with - or even next door to - her new boyfriend for the time being. This is because, as she told your trusty diarist, "sure, I only met him... and sure, he doesn't even live in Ireland". Sharon and her new man - they have been dating since last November - were spotted enjoying a cosy dinner a deux last Friday in Dylan McGrath's Shelbourne Social on Shelbourne Road.
When his daughter Anais was born on January 27, 2000, at the Portland Hospital in London, Noel Gallagher held her in his arms for the first time and was overcome with emotion.
A great sadness arrived at our house last Wednesday morning. Our family woke up and discovered on looking out the window that the expected snow hadn't - sadly - arrived.
An Taoiseach was Strictly non Ballroom last week because of a certain snowy town in the Swiss Alps. When your diarist texted him last Friday morning to ask what was he up to, Leo replied succinctly: "Davos!"
Looking skyward, Donnie Darko rides his bike home down the hill and falls asleep. At midnight, he is stirred from his slumber by Frank-Bunny, an imaginary creature in a rabbit costume, who saves Donnie from a jet engine that is about to crash into his bedroom while telling him that the world will end in 28 days. The movie Donnie Darko, in which all this happens, features a cover of Tears for Fears's Mad World. Tears For Fears's Roland Orzabal wrote Mad World about his own interior mad world when he was 19.
Liam Cunningham opens up about the end of Game Of Thrones, the tax man, God, Steven Spielberg, Trotsky, Hollywood, Michael Fassbender and the possibility of open-top buses passing his house in the future.
Last weekend I was driving in Kildare when I noticed a sign that said Ballitore. My brain immediately flashbacked 16 years and 3,000 miles to New York. Third Avenue, near 81st Street, to be precise.
Aidan Gillen will be pleased. Camille O'Sullivan jets in first class from Australia this morning. She would be entitled to enjoy a few glasses of Champagne on the long flight home. This is because her shows Down Under were nothing short of a triumph, both commercially and creatively. The half-French, half-Irish uber-chanteuse stormed the Sydney festival last week with sold-out shows and standing ovations to match.
In February, 1998, the cartoon image of goth godhead Robert Smith appeared in US show South Park. He is transformed from a gargantuan moth into a Japanese monster to help Leonard Maltin and Sidney Poitier defeat Barbra Streisand.
Long before Keeping Up with the Kardashians, there was The Osbournes. Ostensibly, they were an endearingly dysfunctional family from Birmingham who lived in a mansion in Beverly Hills and had lots more money than sense - if they had any sense to begin with. The father was a mumbling deranged rock star who couldn't control himself, let alone his children Kelly and Jack (eldest daughter,...
Leo Varadkar told the Sunday Independent that his 40th birthday party last night was more about his mother Miriam and boyfriend Matt's upcoming birthdays than his own.
It’s official. Twink is the sweetest thing. And not only because of the famous cakes she bakes.
Actor Liam Cunningham could read the phone directory and make it appear like he was unlocking some secret code from The Old Testament. His voice — which makes him sound like an existential Charlton Heston in Ben Hur channelling a Northside Leonard Cohen — has a power all of its own...
Winter is coming for Game Of Thrones’ fans with the epic fantasy’s final series airing in April.
Being near the ocean is one of the best places to reconnect with something deeper than ourselves. Sitting on the beach at Rosslare Strand and watching — or listening to — the waves crashing on the shoreline is especially calming.
Be my baby. Veronica Yvette Bennett; born on August 10, 1943 in Spanish Harlem, New York, to an Irish father and half African-American, half Cherokee mother. Ronnie grew up watching the black and Puerto Rican girls with their cigarettes and their high hair. "We had a Jewish deli and a Chinese laundry. My father was white, and my mother was black and Indian. I thought it was great that everybody was dark - or not so dark."
Most of us probably don't want to go outside the front door in the evening, until at least February. But then most of us aren't part of fashionable high society. The latter will be out in force this Thursday in Lillie's which will be closing its doors after 25 years thereafter.
My son Daniel turns one this Friday. A few days earlier, it's his grandad's birthday. Eighty-two years of age, he died on June 14, 2009. On that day, at 7.04pm, he was finally released from all the pain of a cruel cancer after five awful months, bravely borne, in the hospice in Harold's Cross.
An emaciated manic depressive genius with an eating disorder who yo-yoed in and out of hospitals, Richey Edwards was born on December 22, 1967 in south Wales.
Someone wise once said that 'beauty of expression is so akin to the voice of the sea'. Growing up in Bray with the waves of the sea perhaps a subconscious soundtrack to their youth, childhood friends Caoimhe Barry, Karen Cowley and Saoirse Duane aka Wyvern Lingo, know all about the beauty of expression on their debut, and self-titled, album. Wyvern Lingo has echoes of early Prince, A Tribe Called Quest, Bjork and Massive Attack while sounding nothing remotely like any of those acts; Wyvern Lingo have something of their own going on. They gave one of the performances of the...
La Dolce Vita? Is there any other life? In May, Yvonne Connolly and her film cameraman beau John Conroy were in Rome and Milan.
Oliver Callan gets so much of a kick out of boyfriend John Lannin that they got engaged over Christmas. The satirical impressionist explained that “our engagement was more an agreement than a proposal.
There can't be many more beautiful places in the world than Connemara at Christmas. When you've lost a child, however, a time of permanent joy like Christmas must feel nothing less than a hell on earth to have to endure.
'I met your missus at Kylie." It would be difficult to imagine any Taoiseach other than Leo Varadkar addressing you with such words - delivered from behind his desk in his office in Merrion Sreet. His detractors will use this as a stick to beat him. This is of little consequence to him. He can talk to you as fluently about Lady Gaga, U2 or The Pixies as he can Brexit, Northern Ireland or foreign...
You will struggle to find an album as compelling as Joy As An Act Of Resistance by Bristol's Idles featuring as its cover a picture of a brawl at a wedding in 1968. You would also struggle to find an album so brimming with honesty and truth, vulnerability and profound personal pain.
Santa might come but once a year - but in our house we seem to have been preparing for his arrival from the North Pole since August.
What a difference six months makes. I was at the opening night of U2's eXPERIENCE + iNNOCENCE, tour at the BOK Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in May. In parts it was a hostile crowd, hopped up on their messiah with his shock of hair - Trump not Bono.
We went to see Santa in his grotto in Arnotts last weekend. Emilia, who is four in February, having already burst into tears, jumped into my arms and clung to me like she was entering a lion's den as we were ushered in to meet the man himself.
Celebrities on Leeson Street? Where would you get it? Actually they weren't just celebrities as Celebrity Big Brother 2018 contestants Gabby Allen (a former Love Island contestant) and Nick Leeson (one-time derivatives broker infamous for his sojourn at Barings Bank) pitched up at House on Leeson Street with friends at 11pm last Saturday night.
When we sing a song we give our soul a cuddle, Damien Dempsey once said. The Donaghmede Druid has been giving his soul a serious cuddle for a good while now since his 2000 debut They Don't Teach This Shit in School album (the track Dublin Town remains a raw classic.)
By her bright-red Porsche 944, shall we know her.
Should the International Monetary Fund be alerted now, and look to get the recovery started early, as Mauritius appears likely to plunge into a recession?
Nurse, the screens! I am insane, apparently. (This is not because my favourite Christmas movie is Stanley Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut rather than Miracle on 34th Street or even Meet Me in St Louis.) This is because I'm the living embodiment of the definition of insanity.
Johnny Vegas and Maia Dunphy. I knew it would never last - their break-up, that is. I can officially confirm the couple who separated earlier this year are now well and truly back together. Don't ask me how I know. I just do, OK?
Looking like a Mississippi riverboat gambler as he approached the stage to receive the MusiCares Person of the Year 2015 award, Robert Allen Zimmerman delivered a wonderful acceptance speech that ended thus after 30 glorious, madcap minutes: "I'm going to put an egg in my shoe and beat it."
Victoria's secret? Victoria Smurfit might be one of Ireland's coolest actresses, but even she couldn't keep this secret for very long from your diarist. (Who'd want to, I hear you all ask?)
Former altar boy John Francis Bongiovi - he changed it to Jon Bon Jovi when he formed a certain rock band in 1983 - was born on March 2, 1962. He was raised in Perth Amboy, a working-class New Jersey town, 30 miles south of New York - "close enough", as Jon once said, "to the centre of the universe, but far enough away where nobody was really watching".
Jason Byrne said in 2012 he was at his happiest when he worked in an electrical warehouse in Dublin.
The Fox trot, anyone? The Fantastic Mr Fox could be returning. Robbie Fox - for it is he - told me that he would not rule out a return to his natural habitat - nightclubs - next year perhaps. Robbie, of course, ran the Pink Elephant nightclub from 1980 to 1987 and then Renards in the same venue in South Fredrick Street in Dublin from 1990 to 2009. Both clubs were, of course, a second home to the likes of Bono et al. Bellucci's, Robbie's hugely popular restaurant on Merrion Road, has been a second kitchen to the likes of Bono et al since it opened in 2011.