I’m not calling for the replacement of all roads with twisty paths and automated toll-booths with imp-guarded stiles but listening to simple tales of an imaginary time before notifications and alerts is good for the blood pressure when some gobshite is up your hole on the road

I don’t know what it is about February 14, but we always seem to find ourselves knee-deep in the gore of people who were once human but are now a threat to our survival

"Whereas St Patrick’s Day is so adversarial with the shamrock, snake, parades and throwing pagan shade, Brigid’s legends provide more interesting opportunities for commemoration."

Who else remembers AERTEL? 

I remember that feeling well — looking up from the book an hour later and finding the world has changed or the sun had set

It was a slightly confusing game we played in Deerpark CBS where you kicked the empty coke can on the ground and then got the shite kicked out of you

Pretty please, give peas a chance, pleads Colm O'Regan

The year that will be - Colm O'Regan's predications for 2023 

"There will of course be the down-to-earth checky-shirt-wearing Local Ride who teaches the High-Flying-Impatient Lawyer woman about what’s really important in life: Planning Permission."

How do you get people to go to a place with an address when they simply can’t or won’t type the address? They’re like a postcode for people who don’t want to type a postcode.