'Dermot Morgan's death was my wake-up call' - Ardal O'Hanlon talks angst and fatherhood as he looks forward to his latest stand-up...
There is a reason Ardal O'Hanlon called his new tour The Showing Off Must Go On. Because in rural...
There is a reason Ardal O'Hanlon called his new tour The Showing Off Must Go On. Because in rural...
September, 2018. It's the night of the Mr Ireland competition in Dublin, and Galway man Wayne Walsh has just been crowned the fairest of them all.
In a sense there is something comforting about the scrap between Jeff Bezos and The National Enquirer. It shows that blogging is back - you just need something interesting to write about.
The revision about the women at the centre of the biggest news stories of the 1990s goes on. The People v. OJ Simpson shamed us for the way we all reduced Marcia Clarke to her frizzy haircut. I,...
Brian Gleeson was a little boy of about seven when he first became aware of what his father did. It was the mid-1990s and Braveheart was being cast. Brendan Gleeson, until then a respected but mainly local actor, was hoping to make the leap into the Hollywood stratosphere, but everything was dependent on a call from the film’s director and star, Mel Gibson.
When Elijah Rowen (25) and Jack McEvoy (24) first laid eyes on each other at the Gaiety School of Acting they were sure the competition had arrived. "He's like the 'you' of the year below us," friends told Elijah, who bristled, feeling "there was definitely only room for one me".
Are you lonely this Christmas, Elvis asks every year. Mostly it's one of those festive songs that makes me retch slightly at its syrupy sentimentality. But for one Christmas, exactly 10 years ago, the desolate sound of it drifting over the speakers in a nearly deserted Manhattan mall, dissolved my grinchiness and made me understand that there really is a point to the presents and family...
How did we not know, you wonder. When Home Alone first appeared on screens, 27 years ago next week, and instantly became as much a part of Christmas as It's A Wonderful Life and Fairytale of New York, we ought really to have suspected there would be some casualties.
Irish patients with Motor Neurone Disease (MND) may soon be treated with medications originally intended for long-term HIV treatment.
Gossip is one of those words that has unjustly bad associations. For most of us, it's a guilty pleasure, an unseen workplace current that runs counter...
It feels, doesn't it, a bit like a new era of free love. A bit like that small, fabled window of time between the sexual revolution of the 1960s and the Aids panic of the 1980s. Thanks, in part, to...
Once a mainstay of Hollywood, the Western genre seemingly faded away in the late 1960s. In the last few decades, several filmmakers have made concerted efforts to keep the tales of the Wild, Wild West alive, in both traditional and non-traditional ways.
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On the face of it the Westlife comeback, which was announced this week, is about as welcome as a herpes outbreak or the re-emergence of the...
The clock is ticking - for Brexit and, perhaps more importantly for rugby fans, the World Cup in Japan.
From Brian O'Driscoll to Sonia O'Sullivan, most of Ireland's sporting icons enjoy a retirement at home where they can bask in the nostalgic glow of their achievements. But not all of them.
If wealth in broader society is concentrated in the hands of a lucky few, the entertainment industry contains an even more stark divide between rich and poor. While most actors, singers and authors live a fairly hand-to-mouth existence - witness Booker nominee Donal Ryan admitting he was thinking of returning to the day job in the civil service - the elite in these professions are some of the wealthiest individuals in the country.
The conventional wisdom in sports is that the big money is in a squeaky clean image which makes the tattooed, swearing, multimillionaire Conor McGregor all the more remarkable. The Crumlin man made almost his entire fortune from a lucrative payday with Floyd Mayweather in Las Vegas, which rated as the biggest sporting event of 2017.
What is it about Saoirse Ronan? She should make us, as a nation, beyond proud. Last week alone she is being discussed as a possible Oscar contender for Mary Queen of Scots and there are rumours of her hosting the event itself.
The imminent closure of Lillie's Bordello is, perhaps, inevitable in the overall context of the death of the Irish nightclub. Over the last decade, the capital's once-vibrant club scene has given way to a nightlife which is divided into pubs - sacrosanct social spaces that legislators mess with at their peril - and illegal after-parties which mop up what's left of that timeless need to "go on".
'So… am I everything you imagined?" Sarah Silverman asks as she curls up in an oversized armchair at the Merrion Hotel. I want to say yes, but, in fact, she seems a little too much on the money of the Sarah Silverman brand to be quite real: that slightly helium-inflected voice, the whimsical woman-child musings, the winsome body language - it's all so perfectly observed you half-wonder if she's an impersonator. Yes! My God, you are onto me, the real her is much surlier," she laughs. "Don't tell anyone: I'm her body double, I do all her interviews, while she sleeps."
There aren't too many Irish sisters who have made a real mark in the pop world. Edele and Keavy Lynch from B*Witched spring to mind as exceptions, along with the Corr sisters, Sharon, Caroline and Andrea. Meabh and Mella Carron may not have yet achieved the same renown yet as those illustrious siblings, but their infectious pop songs and tight vocal harmonies have garnered them a huge online following and seen them described as a sort of Celtic Fleetwood Mac.
Hollywood comedy star John C Reilly has hit back at what he says is racism directed at him because he is of Irish descent.
It's early afternoon at Three Mills Studios in East London and the building is swarming with radically coiffed and pierced young performers, practising their scales in hallways and anxiously flicking through scripts at canteen tables.
'Things are better than they've ever been," Steven Pinker tells me, firmly, at the beginning of our conversation to promote his upcoming talk at the Abbey theatre in Dublin. "And to some people that is a radical statement."
It's every interviewer's worst nightmare. Not the walk out - those can be fabulous colour after all - but its evil cousin, the 'walk along'. As in 'walk along beside me and we'll do the interview on the street'. It's an approach that works best for embattled politicians on the brink of resignation, TV news gotchas and other interviews where it's generally understood that the subject is being flayed...
You know you've made it very big when even memes about you go viral. Since last weekend, a clip created by YouTube user Gabriel Gundacker, featuring a song he wrote called Zendaya is Meechee, has racked up five million hits, prompting stars like Seth Rogen to tweet his approval, The New York Times called it 'the first post-vine vine'. The clip, which references Zendaya's role in the forthcoming animated film Smallfoot, was priceless marketing for Warner Brothers and also won the approval of its young protagonist. "Sang my name right and everything," the actress shared on Twitter, with...
Have you ever had a creeping feeling that your home is just about to turn into a hotel?
Emma Stone is gearing up for a big autumn, The Oscar winner has linked up with Yorgos Lanthimos for The Favourite, and she's also headlining this: Netflix's ambitious new original mini-series. It's directed by Cary Fukunaga, and reunites Stone with Superbad alumnus Jonah Hill.
Finally this week the temperatures started to drop, the nip in the air was discernible, and, after the cultural dustbowl of the long, hot summer, the season of mellow fruitfulness bore something we could all gorge on: some half-decent television.
Martin Conmey and Dick Donnelly are a pair of old timers, who share an easy rapport. Dick is confined to a wheelchair. Martin helps him navigate the ramps into a Dublin hotel, and relays the conversation into Dick's good ear.
In the end, it was hard to believe that one little old man could be the receptacle for so much reverence, protest and outrage. It wasn't just that, like Dougal in Father Ted, you felt sure he should be "a bit taller" (although this turned out to be quite diplomatic on his part - no looming over Michael D), it was that now, as the Pope moved among us, the endless pomp and circumstance of the visit seemed, at times, like a highly sanctioned and structured form of elder cruelty.
President Michael D Higgins and Pope Francis conversed in Spanish during his visit to Aras an Uachtarain.
It was a moment on a par, perhaps, with Eva Peron's famous speech on the balcony in Buenos Aires which began with the immortal phrase "We the shirtless". As the preliminary results in Lahore showed that Imran Khan's party was decisively ahead in the Pakistani elections, the 65-year-old former cricket star and playboy addressed the nation on television, outlining what he would do as prime minister.
It can be hard, given the sheer volume of talk telly, to rise above the din of endless blather.
The young man always stands out in Dr Gillian O'Brien's memory. "He was just 19 at the time of his suicide attempt, a really serious overdose, and he'd ended up in hospital in Dublin," O'Brien, a clinical psychologist, recalls.
It's a sweltering afternoon and on a quiet London side street, outside an impossibly chic bakery (it's where Meghan and Harry had their wedding cake made), academic, author and former-model Emma Dabiri is taking a well-earned break from working on the final manuscript for her forthcoming book: Don't Touch My Hair.
The phone line crackles and sputters and several time zones away, Australian DJ-turned-actress Ruby Rose prepares herself for yet another 12-minute slice of promo. Phone interviews haven't always been her friend - she's described in the past how the handsets have given her skin problems - but today she's eager, above all else, to get the word out about The Meg, a nautical action film which is a...
Fiction has never been a particular friend of high finance. Even before banker-bashing became common currency, literature saved a special scorn for the emotionless financier, from Emile Zola's L'Argent to Bret Easton Ellis's American Psycho. And, if reader empathy for the wizards of Wall Street is an issue, it also takes a particular set of writing skills to distil the inherent dryness of white...
Anxiety is now the most common mental health difficulty affecting Irish youth today - and job instability and short-term contracts are among the factors stressing young people.
It's difficult to picture Scarlett Johansson as a man. Tiny, voluptuous and very feminine, she lacks the slightly androgynous qualities that made actresses like Felicity Huffman and Hilary Swank so successful in transgender roles. But Johansson is also a very good actress, who has won Baftas, Tonys and film critic awards.
People in Ireland love to laugh, the comedian Kevin Hart once said, before adding that we also love broad comedy.
We're that far into the heatwave now that it seems legitimate to fantasise that this is not just a warm spell but permanent climate change.
England's 'stately homo', Quentin Crisp, once said that "if you simply wait long enough in this life, you will find yourselves having travelled from the outskirts of acceptability to the very heart of society".
It's the hottest day of the year and, despite the number of parks and green spaces in Dublin, the epicentre of the city's summer cool now appears to be Grand Canal Dock. This is the fault line of old and new Dublin - most graphically evidenced by the redevelopment of Boland's Mill - a slickly designed modern interior belying its historic facade.
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Pride, one look around Dublin at the moment will tell you, has gone from counter-culture to corporate in the blink of an eye.
The little lots of memorabilia look strangely touching; nothing dates like sporting equipment, but equally nothing is quite as redolent of youth. To the naked eye, they were just a battered looking tennis racket and a few tatty whites. But if you grew up in the 1980s, these pieces of Boris Becker's old kit were relics of sporting nostalgia.
It was the lavish refurbishments, rather than any particular apparition in the sky, that gave the people of Knock the impression they were in for The Second Papal Coming.
It felt like the dancers should have worn black lingerie - as a respectful sign of mourning - but at Peter Stringfellow's eponymous club just off Leicester Square it was business as usual last week.
Looking back, author Heather Chaplin sometimes wonders: "who was that person?"
The idea bubbled up, unbidden, from the recesses of Pauline Bewick's subconscious and onto the canvas: A man holding a baby. An image of fatherhood. Simple, beautiful, quietly moving and so different from her usual motifs of motherhood, she says. She wondered if it was in some way "predictive".
You know a story has gone global when Kay Burley sweeps into town to cover it. Sky's doyenne of live news has come to Ireland to ascertain the mood in the hours before the referendum vote and, as she travels from Co Clare to Dublin, sees "a divide between the city and country" and reckons the vote is "going to be incredibly tight" - predictions loudly contradicted by the exit polls a few hours later.
We've still got it, Europe. That, mainly, was what Eurovision 2018 seemed to prove. Economists talk earnestly about wage increases or housing being the last piece of the recovery puzzle, but those in the know understand that Ireland will never be back where she was until she can power ballad the rest of the continent into submission, as she did in the 1990s.
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Six months ago, a group of friends rounded on me in a bar and demanded I go to England with them for the royal wedding. They had already booked their tickets, they told me, and the plan was to get up early on the Saturday and get the train from London to Windsor for the parade itself. It would be silly, camp, drunken fun, they assured me, and we'd be witnessing a little bit of history.
You wouldn't guess that it's been "the toughest week in a long time" for Claire Byrne. Though a vomiting bug laid waste to her young household, the presenter seems as crisply poised and polished as ever, as she strolls through the spring sunlight toward the RTE canteen.
The woman with the loud American accent leans against the railings of the park and sobs into the phone. "You could open the stove from the bed," she tells whoever is listening. "For €1,500 a month. Is this how I'm going to have to live?"
In the spring of 2008 RTE radio was lit up by one the most riveting interviews that had been broadcast in a long time. Marian Finucane was speaking to her good friend Nuala O'Faolain about the latter's diagnosis with terminal cancer. In the interview the Are You Somebody? author delivered a heartfelt and, at times, heartbreaking meditation on death and dying, scything through the worn-out cliches around the subjects.
Earlier this year, I went on Claire Byrne Live, to talk about the upcoming referendum.
There was a time, not that long ago, when the word gig still held a certain rock star resonance. When I got my first writing job, a year after college, my friends and I proudly trumpeted that now I had a gig, as opposed to something as tediously permanent and pensionable as a career. We were children of the Celtic Tiger and we took a lot for granted.
'Is this genetic?" Ten years ago this month that sentence jumped off the page at actor and producer Ronan Smith. It was from his own diary, but he had no recollection of writing it and no recollection of the thought. And, in a cruel irony, it came from an entry in which he had wondered about the cause of his own memory loss. "I had no idea when I read that that Alzheimer's could be...
The sunlight floods the room, just as it did during every day of the shoot for Making The Grade, (see review, top right) and Ken Wardrop, the film's director, emits his own distinctively sunny warmth. In person he is exactly as you would imagine from his collection of twinkling documentaries; a careful listener with a natural appreciation for the small absurdities of conversation. It takes a particular art to find the beauty and drama in such ostensibly small themes as a farmer herding cattle (2008's The Herd), a woman's experience of ageing (Undressing My Mother, 2004) or people learning piano,...
Just behind the building where I live in the city centre, on the fault line between what you might call dirty old town and the tech hub, a new development opened recently. The luxury apartments in it were snapped up in a frantic 24-hour period.
They say bad news comes in threes, and so it was for Blathnaid Ni Chofaigh and her sister Siobhan.
At the height of the hysteria around Conor McGregor's arrest in New York last Thursday night, a tweet did the rounds, purportedly from Donald Trump, saying that he was 'appalled' and calling for the death penalty for this 'animal'.
She’s been a model, a singer, and a reality-TV star, but acting was always her first love. Due to the ‘carnage’ of her teens, she’s never pursued her dream — until now. Nadia Forde tells Donal Lynch about her debut acting role, dealing with catty Irish models, how she’s working on her relationship with her dad — and why she doesn’t worry about her rugby player fiance
Even amid the ridiculously wealthy, blue-sky thinking billionaires of Silicon Valley, Elon Musk has always stood out like a beacon. When the South African entrepreneur recently launched the world's most powerful rocket and released footage of his self-invented electric car, the Tesla, floating in the cosmos, to strains of David Bowie's Space Oddity, these were just the latest stunts in a career built on outrageous statements and jaw-dropping engineering.
It felt strange to hear Leo Varadkar, that unabashed champion of the middle class, take what sounded like such a strong stance on homelessness last week. What an unsexy, un-Instagrammable, unsolvable, non-Leo theme, you couldn't help thinking. A serious comedown after all of those glamorous foreign trips. But in he waded.
It was as though, for a brief moment, RTE had forgotten its lines. When a big organisation like this is accused of sexism - as so many (including the national broadcaster itself) have in the past six months - the acceptable response has been to don the proverbial sackcloth and ashes, institute an internal inquiry, and publicly promise to do better.
When English opera star Anna Patalong takes to the National Concert Hall stage this summer, her performance will represent not only a musical highlight of the season - her voice lifts the spirits and beautifully inhabits every role - but also, for the singer herself, a type of homecoming.
Already, with a couple of months still to go, the abortion referendum feels like our own Vietnam; a war that will never end.
Is there a moment when you realise that you've become slightly brain damaged from social media? Or does the brain damage itself cloud the reality of the onset?
Strolling through the centre of Dublin with David McSavage you realise that, despite his lifelong best efforts, the campaign trail touch has somehow been passed down the line to him. He would make a wonderful politician, a stellar addition to the family business.
The moments when winter sports capture the imagination of the general public are few and far between.
It would give you some hope that last week the biggest story on social media wasn't about which famous man had been a sex pest or Conor McGregor's shameless shenanigans. Eclipsing both of those was the fevered discussion of Cat Person, a short story by Kristen Roupenian, which appeared in The New Yorker and for a brief, shining moment the piece turned the screaming echo chamber of Twitter into a sort of literary salon. Suddenly, everyone had an opinion on Margot and Robert and their horribly awkward sexual encounter.
Milly Tuomey was a beautiful child, the kind that you might expect to see in a film or in an ad campaign. Her cherubic looks should have been beside the point last week but her unhappiness with them gave the story of her suicide another disturbing texture. Her youth was the most shocking part of all, however.
It feels like we are in a panto moment. Somehow it has survived Pixar movies, recession and scandal and emerged into the modern world stronger than ever. Panto teaches young people about drama - it is the first taste of theatre for many of them - and reminds older people of the importance of silliness.
The Light House cinema in Dublin put 1970s classic Network on again recently. I took a friend who had never seen it. When they got to that famous scene where Howard Beale urges his viewers to go to the window and scream "I'm mad as hell and I can't take it any more" she turned to me and whispered "that's pretty much what's happening now".
When Ratko Mladic was sentenced to life imprisonment at the Hague last week, the news was met with scenes of jubilation in Bosnia. CNN showed pictures of old women in headscarves dancing in the street.
A moving evening at City Hall in Cork gave real meaning to the word inclusion.
It was late Thursday night when a friend texted to say that Louis CK was the latest man caught in a sex scandal. "He was genuinely funny. Soon there won't be anything left on Netflix," she grumbled, and it was hard to disagree, but, to be fair, the scandals have been at least as riveting as anything in the cinema at the moment. Anyway who needs Hollywood when we've had our homegrown...
Kevin Spacey's mangled gangster brogue from Ordinary Decent Criminal may go down as one of the worst Irish accents in celluloid history - but the film saw the now disgraced star form ties in Dublin which led to him returning here at every opportunity over a near 20-year period.
Hopes for a successful mediation of the bitter dispute between a son and his mother, concerning ownership of the well-known Kilkenny group of luxury design stores, have receded following the breakdown of talks.
There was widespread disgust last week when Kevin Spacey announced that he was coming out - or "choosing to live as a gay man", as he put it - at the same moment as he acknowledged attempting to have sex with the then 14-year-old actor Anthony Rapp.
For discerning culture vultures, the hottest ticket in London last Friday night was undoubtedly Jodie Foster's appearance at the screening in the BFI's South Bank cinema of the horror classic, Silence of the Lambs. It has been a quarter of a century since the film came out, sweeping all the major Oscar categories for the first time for any film since Ben-Hur, and even today it still grips audiences like a jolt of scalp-prickling terror. The film's director, Jonathan Demme, died earlier this year and it was partly in tribute to him that Foster agreed to attempt to articulate the film's complicated legacy.
It was a moment that Caitriona Perry could hardly have anticipated. Invited into the Oval Office to witness the first call between Donald Trump and the newly-elected Leo Varadkar, RTE's Washington Correspondent suddenly, momentously, found herself the focus of a comment from Trump that would make headlines around the world. It began innocuously enough. Trump told the Taoiseach that:...
Can a straight person ever really get away with saying 'faggot'? That is the burning question posed by the video of Conor McGregor repeatedly using the word to motivate one of his minions during a UFC bout this past week.
Is it worth it, young GAA stars must wonder. They give their blood, sweat and tears to the parish, receive no money and all but fleeting local stardom. But for the rest of their lives, if they should ever happen to slip up in any way, their names may well end up emblazoned all across the media, their infamy deepened by the mention of a few ancient inter-county medals.
Sometimes, how thoroughly, completely, irrevocably past it you are just creeps up on you. Until recently, I sort of thought I could sort of fool a lot of people into thinking I was still sort of young and with-it.
Can you still love someone who has committed a terrible crime? That is the stark question posed by Ann Marie O'Donnell in a new film, Property of the State, which dramatises the life and crimes of her brother, Brendan.
For Dr Ciara Kelly this coming week marks the end of an era. After 16 years as a GP in Greystones, the country's foremost TV medic is giving up the day job and moving full-time into a media role - she will present a 12-2pm slot every weekday on Newstalk.
A quarter of a century after he left Ireland for the last time, disgraced former national swimming coach George Gibney still periodically makes headlines here. A reporter will track him down to a small American town where there will be outrage at his proximity to young children. A blurry photo will accompany quotes from a politician here about how the powers that be must look again into Gibney's extradition. And there will be renewed handwringing about why a man who stood accused of multiple counts of child rape was ever allowed to block a prosecution against him.
The rumour, spreading like wildfire up and down the Firhouse Road, was that the actual Tom Cruise had shown up at the opening of the new Scientology Centre in Dublin on Saturday afternoon.
'In the fullness of time," Michael D assured reporters who wondered when he would make a decision on whether to keep his word about serving just one term as the country's President. "It is just my decision; it doesn't affect anyone else."
Patrick Bergin has a magical and unexpected knack for making even the comical seem coolly menacing. On the day we meet he's been hobbled by a fall and the walking stick, ankle brace and huge overcoat give him an air of Richard Harris by way of Christian Grey. It is a suave, imposing, craggily handsome impression which belies the actual cause of the accident: he slipped on a cow pat in a field in Tipperary. I'm mewing my sympathy, while suppressing a laugh, but Patrick lets me know I needn't bother. "Just make sure you specify cow," he deadpans. "I don't do bulls**t."
It's the final few moments before the crowning moment of Miss Universe Ireland 2017, and it's not just the contestants feeling the tension. An entire audience worth of sphincter muscles have just involuntarily tightened. Toes are curling inside shoes. People can hardly look through their hands.
Seven years after Phoebe Prince's tragic death changed laws in America, and as one of her tormentors is back in court, our reporter talks to Phoebe's father and sister about life after her death
Oh how we love an impolitic designer. In a fashion world dominated by mutual backslapping and air kisses, there is a guilty pleasure in the unedited broadsides of an opinionated provocateur
If you'd asked me a few years ago, I would have confidently said I already knew "Trump Country". Back then that would still have meant martinis, models and skyscrapers - I had spent the better part of my 20s and 30s living in the shadow of Trump's Fifth Avenue building.
The video which Sinead O'Connor posted this week on Facebook made for fairly excruciating viewing, not least because it seemed like so much history repeating.
Les Dennis looks unexpectedly menacing with no hair. That might be partly the idea - he is, after all, playing Uncle Fester in The Addams Family musical at the Bord Gais Energy Theatre - but it also might explain why he won't have his picture taken until it grows back.
In a way, maybe it was a little early for the rehabilitation of Brian Cowen. Americans are just now allowing George W Bush airtime to twinkle and reminisce, but they have Donald Trump as a present-day point of comparison.
Donald Trump's America apparently doesn't make it easy for new immigrants, but he might make an exception for the beautiful ones.
It was one of those headlines that was supposed to send a chill down the spine: 'Government think tank says we should work until we're seventy.' And, at first glance, the ESRI's latest prediction of the medicine we have to take does sound a little grim.
It's just a few days before she steps on stage in The Great Gatsby but Kate Gilmore looks like she has just gone a couple of rounds with Conor McGregor. Her arms and legs are a map of purpling bruises, the result, she tells me, of a bike accident that happened a week earlier.
"Frankly Mister Shankly, this position I've held, it pays my way, but it corrodes my soul, I want to leave, you will not miss me, I want to go down in celluloid history" - The Smiths, Frankly, Mr Shankly
'Fitting in has never been so complicated," reads the tagline from Halal Daddy. It refers to the warmhearted culture clash comedy about a British Indian trying to make a life for himself in Sligo, but the sentence might be equally applicable to one of the film's young stars - actress Sarah Bolger (she plays the man's Irish girlfriend).
The world's press, including our own, was unanimous last week. Caitriona Perry, RTE's Washington bureau chief, had been humiliated and demeaned by Donald Trump's complimenting of her smile.
The late, great essayist David Foster Wallace drew a key distinction between tennis's greatest icons - Federer and Nadal. Federer, Wallace said, was the artist, the dancer, the creator. Nadal was the superhero, the athlete, the avatar for war.
The rainbow, aside from being the symbol of the gay community, also signifies a happy ending. And for the past two years, the dominant narrative in Ireland has been that gay people have reached their crock of gold.
What is it about Rachel Wyse?
The company which owns the Kilkenny stores wants to have a bitter dispute, which has torn the retail dynasty apart, to be heard in camera - with no media reporting allowed.
Obviously we are all very serious about the national conversation around drink. We have taken on board the stern lectures we get about side-effects like 'wine face' and 'early death'. We would never dream of drink-driving. A full half of us are reported to be determined to cut down. We let them euthanise Arthur's Day and we didn't even flinch. Slowly we are struggling toward what once seemed impossible: proper European moderation.