Ian O'Doherty: 'Whether you agree with wearing a poppy or not, it's only right that we honour a generation of young Irishmen...
As has become our wont, this year's presidential campaign was a bruising and, some would say,...
As has become our wont, this year's presidential campaign was a bruising and, some would say,...
Like many people, I now watch The Simpsons with a mixture of sadness and a sort of subdued anger - sad that it has become so incredibly lame, and angry that it's still being made.
In AN alternate universe which is the stuff of many Irish nightmares, this country is currently girding its loins for the visit of Donald Trump, where he...
If last Friday's election taught us anything, it's that you should never underestimate the sheer, obdurate crankiness of the Irish people.
One of the more baffling elements of modern society has been the way we're all told that we're victims.
Okay, take a deep breath, gird your loins and just keep on trucking - only six more days to go.
Last Sunday provided perhaps the biggest TV event of the year so far - controversial, divisive, eagerly-awaited and eagerly-condemned in equal measure.
Well, happy birthday to #MeToo, you've come a long way in your first year.
For a variety of coincidental reasons, 2018 has been very much the year of remembering times past.
Well, that's that.
There are certain inescapable patterns in life — we don’t mean to follow them, it just happens that way.
There are certain inescapable patterns in life - we don't mean to follow them, it just happens that way.
It's often been said that the main difference between the far left and the far right is that the left usually has better music and that is true - given a choice between Billy Bragg and, say,...
One of the more baffling aspects of the contrary Irish nature is our inherited disdain for fish.
There are some things which we have happily consigned to the dust bin of history.
Every now and then a story comes along which is so odd, and just so... ignorant that you have to check to make sure someone isn't pulling your leg.
THIS time last week, Peter Casey was propping up the presidential polls and hovering between 1pc and 2pc.
For many of us growing up in the 1980s, Halloween was, as they say, a more innocent time.
One of the most common gripes heard from Irish politicians is their despair at the cynicism of the average voter.
One of the unfortunate but rather unavoidable consequences of growing older is that you often look around and think to yourself - the world is going mad, it's full of crazy people and things used to be much more sensible.
There is a very handy rule of thumb which suggests that if you give someone power they haven't earned, they will always, always abuse it.
Doesn't a decade fly when you're having fun?
THEY were scenes which seemed to belong in the Ukraine or Crimea.
It's fairly obvious at this stage that we're living through a time of unprecedented tumult - some of that is good. Much of it is very, very bad. What's worse, much of it is incredibly stupid.
I was slightly taken aback by this quote during the week, and I'm sure you can see why: "I have refused to see gender throughout my career. I have just operated as a person working in the industry. Maybe it's the bullish part of me, but I just keep on keeping on. I refuse to see those things and if I do see them, I just brush them aside and keep going. I believe that the best weapon you...
What a difference, um, 39 years makes, eh?
I can never figure out whether overprotective parents are that way inclined because they're genuinely worried for their brood, or because they are weak themselves. The problem with weak people is that they have an unfortunate habit of creating weak children, and thus the new generation of weaklings comes along and repeats the cycle.
It has already been dismissed in some circles as Northern Ireland For Dummies, but the Miriam O'Callaghan-presented The Long March (RTÉ One, Tuesday), which charted the emergence of the Northern Irish Civil Rights movement was always on a hiding to nothing.
There's something tremendously depressing about getting older.
Whoops, he just did it again. Again.
Isn't it odd how some people are only popular when they're victims?
If I'm perfectly honest, I don't have a lot of time for our President's brand of politics.
The 'Fight Club' author returns to form with this novel about an America fractured along the lines of identity politics
I went down to the west of Ireland last week for a variety of reasons, but most of them involved the wife telling me that I had to.
When I was a teenager, I had a bit of an obsession with Mary Whitehouse and her campaign group, the National Viewers' and Listeners' Association.
How does the old saying go again: the more things change, the more they stay the same?
Did you ever think you would see the day when nearly 10,000 Irish people would turn up at a concert venue just to look at a bunch of 'racists, bigots and Nazis' expound their toxic world view?
Well, it wasn't supposed to end like that, was it?
I must admit, I'm obviously not very good at being a traditional bloke.
It's a sad day indeed when you have to use a reality TV show to point out the absurdities of modern life. It's an even sadder day when the people watching the show are actually more awful than the contestants.
'All it takes for evil to flourish is for good men to do nothing."
We've always been a cranky sort of people, happy to play the poor mouth and claim victimhood whenever something doesn't go our way.
I've never been one for remembering dates or anniversaries.
Oh dear, he's at it again.
Steady there, Regina - stand back and take your fingers away from the socket.
Bill Clinton has teamed up with one of the world's biggest-selling authors and created a strangley dated and far-fetched Washington romp.
There are times when it's hard to escape the impression that the universe is deliberately screwing with us.
Everyone loves a good royal wedding - even those who say they hate them.
They sure don't make pop stars like they used to.
If there's one thing politicians hate and fear more than anything else, it's the dreaded law of unintended consequences.
What goes on behind between consenting adults is their own business, is it not?
For obvious reasons, the last few weeks have seen various words and phrases tossed around with gay abandon.
One of the great shibboleths of our time is that we are living in an era of fake news. Fake news, along with fake outrage designed to elicit fake apologies, is now the order of the day.
'You can gaze out the window, get mad and get and get madder/ Throw your hands in the air in and say what does it matter?"
We're constantly bombarded with hectoring calls to do more to protect the environment, but most of these suggestions simply involve gesture politics - like turning off the lights for an hour during Earth Day. It won't make nay difference to the planet, but you'll feel all nice and virtuous and can tell people that you're doing your bit.
There used to be a well-worn phrase that all political careers end in failure. But not in Ireland, oh no.
Well, the big day is nearly upon us. Are you excited? I am.
Well, that's it, I'm toast. Kaput. Finito. I could keel over at any moment. And if you're part of the estimated 15pc of the Irish population who suffers from insomnia, you're in trouble as well. So you better pay attention, because this article could save your life.
Did you get vaccinated against the flu? Did you know that if you did get the jab, you were more likely to contract the far more deadly Aussie flu, while those who didn't bother getting the vaccination only succumbed to the more common or garden variety?
Well, it was nice while it lasted. I am, of course, talking about the Anthropocene Period, when humans ruled the roost.
If we have learned one thing from the fallout from the Belfast rape trial - and that's a rather large 'if' - then it must surely be that the sexes still struggle to communicate with each other.
During the early to mid 1990s, when the internet was still seen as a new fangled gizmo that would never catch on, and mobile phones were the size of a phone book, there was one show which ruled the TV landscape.
No society can function when free expression is no longer valued. That's why comedians are so important.
I finished watching The Unabomber on Netflix the other night and it was probably the best piece of TV I've seen so far this year.
There are many ways in which ordinarily smart people can appear to completely lose their marbles.
Well, here we go again.
Well, they're at it again. Chipping away, sneering, demeaning and wallowing in their own misplaced sense of moral superiority, the anti-smoking zealots are once more on the march.
Of all the stupid, needless, infuriating things that Donald Trump has done since he took office - and there have been a few - retweeting some fake videos by the Britain First group stands out.
IN Amish culture, there is a tradition known as “rumspringa.”
Bear with me on the nostalgia trip, but bad weather tends to bring that out in the best of us. And even the rest of us.
Here we go again.
So, another week, another mass shooting in America.
The news that UCD is to redesignate 170 toilets on campus as 'gender neutral' has been greeted with widespread apathy and a shrug of the shoulders, which is surely a good thing.
Are you one of those people staying up late to watch the Winter Olympics? Nope, me neither. My interest is directly proportionate to the danger the athletes face. So I have a bit of an interest in, say, the luge, where someone might die in a spectacular way, and zero interest in, say, the ice skating.
Since it first appeared in the dim and distant days of, oh, about six months ago, the #MeToo movement has become the most successful social media campaign of all time.
Throughout human history, every society has had its own moral panic.
In the Information Age, any crime can shock the world. Whether it's a celebrity having some jewellery stolen from their hotel or footage of someone being bullied in a small American town, the proliferation of social media ensures that anything can go viral at any time.
So farewell, then, John Mahoney, and thanks for all the laughs.
Well, that was an unexpected 12 months.
There used to be a rather popular old saying which claimed that indifference is the best form of contempt.
It's often said that the past is another country, and when it comes to this place in the 1980s, that country may as well have been Albania.
First the outrage, then the backlash.
There'll be better books on Donald Trump's regime, but none will have the impact of Michael Wolff's breathless and riotously scurrilous account.
Ah, the will he/won't he debate.
Have you ever spoken to a Holocaust denier? If you ever get such an opportunity, I highly recommend it.
Okay, let's do a quick check list to see where we stand, shall we?
I've always believed that politics is too important to take seriously. In other words, it's best to take a sideways view of things because if you were to look it straight in the eye, you'd completely lose your mind.
Are we nearly there, yet? Are we nearly there, yet?
It was 'outrageous'. It was 'disgusting'. It was 'racism'.
Well, it's been a tough week for wealthy, blonde, white women. And that's not a phrase you write every day.
What is evil? Is it an act? Is it a state of mind? Can someone commit an evil act and still be deemed a decent person, or are they consumed by powers beyond their control which merely makes them agents of evil?
I was once accosted by a group of self-professed anarchists who started shrieking 'no speech for fascists' every time I opened my mouth.
Monday, August 28, 2000 is a date which will live in stupidity.
It wasn't supposed to end like that.
It should always be remembered that a large proportion of academics are entirely mad.
It has been rather interesting, even amusing, to observe the hysterical reactions from the usual circles to the sight of Leo Varadkar wearing the 'shamrock poppy' in the Dáil earlier this week.
Ah, you know the feeling - you're doing your shopping, picking up some basic provisions and before you know it you've spent all your money on booze. You didn't intend to buy all those bottles of wine and you have no idea why you have two slabs of cheap beer in the back of your car. All you wanted was to get a few things for dinner but there in front of you, impervious to your resistance, was the booze aisle and when we see booze, we just have to buy it, don't we?
I was once asked by a wise man: what is most important - justice or mercy?
What does it mean to be Irish? It's a question which has been asked a lot in the wake of the Halawa case, while forgetting the only legal fact that counts - he is an Irish citizen, and entitled to exactly the kind of consular assistance available to any other Irish citizen, regardless of where their parents come from. You can have as many doubts about the many holes in his story as you like, but the law is the law.
It’s returning for its eighth season, tonight marks its 100th episode, it features one of the best screen bad guys this side of Ramsay Bolton and people have loved the show for years.
To the non-religious mind, all forms of faith are vaguely absurd.
As the Harvey Weinstein story grows more horrible and weird by the day, we're witnessing the collapse of the Hollywood hierarchy.
While the country may have been understandably preoccupied with Hurricane Ophelia yesterday, the news that Sean Hughes has died at the age of 51 came as a shocking blow to Irish comedy fans.
When the news broke that infamous movie mogul Harvey Weinstein was a serial predator, my only surprise was that people were surprised.
Forget hygge, we're now on a lykke bandwagon.
Think you know your comedy?
Arguably the greatest stain on America's conscience, the death penalty is an obscenity that has no place in a civilised society. Apart from the obvious horror of executing an innocent person, the state-sanctioned murder of even a genuinely guilty individual reduces the people - in whose name the act is committed - to the same moral level as the criminal. In other words, it is a declaration that the state's moral bottom line is no better than a killer's.
First they came for our Christmas ads and we said nothing. Well, not quite. First they came for our Christmas ads and the nation, as one, rolled their eyes to heaven and had a grim laugh as yet another bunch of unelected, unrepresentative, State-funded busybodies decided to justify their existence by going after Christmas commercials.
In a time of unprecedented strife and rancour, where people seem further apart than any time in recent memory, the one thing we really need is... an abortion referendum.
Most young journalists - one would hope, anyway - will be familiar with the name Walter Duranty.
Another day, another scandal.
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman - apparently.
I was watching Sky News the other afternoon - how I came to have an afternoon free to watch the telly is another matter entirely - and a woman from an organisation called Anxiety UK was being interviewed.
For most people, growing up means learning new things and remembering old lessons.
You'd swear we have no domestic controversies of our own, such is our insatiable desire to import them from other countries.