I know we have to forget stuff. Biologically speaking, we need to put some experiences away.

FORGET the Papal visit. All I care about is the Potatal visit. Put the date in your diaries: 2021, the World Potato Congress will be held in Ireland.

It starts officially tomorrow although celebrations have been underway for a little while. The 30th anniversary of Ireland’s Euro 88 adventure. Specifically, tomorrow marks 30 years since Ray Houghton’s goal.

Yes you could listen to a match while driving somewhere but there are distractions such as other vehicles coming towards you or a shitehawk with italic number plates ‘up your hole’ in the rearview mirror, writes Colm O’Regan.

“Truly humbling,” say some award-winners on receiving their gong. I call bullshit, writes Colm O’Regan.

“WHAT are you going to do about it?” He had a point. The no doubt necessary rebalancing of rights, between adults and children, means there’s very little I can do about a couple of small boys squirting water at me in a park.

This week on Stating The Bleeding Obvious, it has come to my attention that podcasts are mighty yokes altogether.

By my made-up reckoning, 80% of TV now is some sort of competitive living, writes Colm O’Regan

Spring is finally here. I don’t mean the small amount of hot weather last Friday and

The scientists discovered it by accident: An enzyme that eats plastic. Imagine discovering something that incredible by accident? I’ve never discovered anything by accident. At least not by myself.