I nearly forgot to mention this little episode, consumed as I was with the Croke Park thing at the weekend. On Sunday morning before we headed off to Mulligan's, Wrinkly [...]

France have beaten Ireland and back here in Limerick, there's a terrible air of dejection that will only lift when Munster beat Llanelli. I bumped into a friend of mine. [...]

The ivy on the wall outside my study window is ancient and gnarled. It offers excellent hand- and footholds and has seen the clandestine arrival and departure of Ambassadors, Heads [...]

That's a remarkably well-trained hound you have there, Bock. It was Jim, my neighbour. Bock, if you don't mind my asking, what training method did you use? I've never seen [...]

A few years ago – a good few years, now that I think of it – Wrinkly Paddy and myself wrote a heap of children's stories. Fairy tales, so to [...]

You know that thing that happens in science-fiction, where somebody goes through a portal and ends up in a parallel universe? It happens in Stargate all the time. You walk [...]

I wandered into town this morning, as is my habit. I like to stroll around the market, buy a dozen eggs, a few bunches of daffodils this time of year, [...]

Me: Well, I suppose you have to hand it to them. Him: Yeah, they beat us all right. Me: Yeah, they did. Him: They killed us in the scrum. Me: [...]

It seems I did not win the Dutch lottery after all and even worse, it seems that Mr Jeffery Buuren (Advocaten) is a chimera, a mere bagatelle, an ephemeral conceit. [...]

I bumped into my lawyer, Gonad the Ballbearian recently on the street. He was talking earnestly to a small plaster effigy of General Franco and sweating like a criminal. Aha! [...]