Things like medieval church building or guessing who the bad guy is. The bad guys are truly very bad indeed. But eventually they get their comeuppance. Which makes for a great read

It was such a strange and moving experience for many reasons. Some things were recognisable. Trying to figure out when to meet up with friends was like being at a music festival. We’re all going to the main stage. The hardiness of children in 29-degree heat dictated where you ended up watching

A few bits of good news. I had to go looking for them. The bad news will find you all by itself

When a drought is over, it’s good for us. It frees up a bit of brain that we didn’t know we’d devoted to wondering if Mayo would ever win an All-Ireland

If they are wondering which ones to remake, can I recommend a rule of thumb — did it feature in the Folens primary school readers from the 1980s?

You notice it in small things first. The casual planning of outdoor family gatherings more than an hour in advance. There is less stupid sunburn. The particularly Irish sunburn, the kind that arrives after 20 minutes of 'I’ll be grand'

One of the things I didn’t realise I’d miss on the World Cup’s first day off in 28 days was missing things. There was a peculiar delight in waking up every morning and checking the news to see what had happened

This is surely the time of the algorithm

The Scots are really good at this and ‘this’ used to be our thing. Being loved. We invented that job. And in Boston!!! That’s our city

Sentence-final particles are the term linguists use where people put unnecessary words at the end. In Dublin, it’s ‘but’. In Cork, it’s ‘like’