SUZANNE HARRINGTON: There’s no place like home — if you had one

We all know there’s no place like home — but what if there is no place to call home anymore? asks Suzanne Harrington

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: The only thing that really frightens Londoners are words like ‘Tube strike’

While the media slavers over every bloody moment, rehashing and draining the last drop of gore from every single incident, ordinary people march on, writes Suzanne Harrington

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: Let’s hope turkeys are game for an election

America is now about as useful as wet candyfloss, writes Suzanne Harrington

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: Manchester to Mosul, all children are ours

Don’t look back in anger, sang a lone woman in Manchester’s Albert Square at a memorial for those murdered there last week, writes Suzanne Harrington

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: Who needs facts when we have social media?

Hello and here is the fake news. Well, some of it is fake, and some of it is not. You’ll just have to figure it out – using your emotions. Because that’s what we do now. Who needs facts and experts when we have feelings and social media? asks Suzanne Harrington

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: For God's sake, blasphemy is actually blasphemous

You may have thought Irish jokes had been consigned to the unpleasant past, writes Suzanne Harrington.

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: So what do vegans actually eat?

Next Saturday, Cork will be the vegan capital of Ireland when it hosts Vegfest at the City Hall. Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d write.

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: Sexist ageism comes with a gender bias

MAYBE don’t read this if you’re eating. It involves sex with Donald Trump. Consider yourself warned, writes Suzanne Harrington

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: Vulture signalling heralds rise of snark

Suzanne Harrington delves into the psyche of ’The Do Gooder’ to fin dout what they’re all about.

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: Which came first, the Christian or the egg?

Happy Ishtar. I mean Eostre. No wait, I mean Easter. Or maybe it’s Pesach, or Pascha (isn’t that a club in Ibiza?).

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: Pepsi will fizzle out as worst ad ever

Suzanne Harrington pipes in on the debate surrounding that Pepsi ad.

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: Stop now Brexit —this is just (bendy) bananas

Brexit, says Milk The Cow podcast, is “Like when Geri Halliwell overestimated her viability as a solo artist and left the Spice Girls.”

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SUZANNE HARRINGTON: Fitness app tracks my steps to dystopia

TO combat my worsening clinomania — it’s like nymphomania, except instead of wanting sex all the time, you fast forward to the bit afterwards, where you just want to lie in bed all the time, propped up on squashy pillows, wrapped in furry blankets, staring dreamily into space — I wear a device on my wrist that tells me to move. It’s a fitness tracker. Maybe you have one, writes Suzanne Harrington.

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