Liam Ruiséals: I’m sad it’s going. It was the school books that got me in and then the exam papers. Round about September, the booklets of past Junior Cert and Leaving Cert papers would take over a section in the corner, says Colm O’Regan

You can’t go to a conference now without someone putting up on a big screen some variation of the idea that “most of the jobs of the future haven’t been invented yet”.

My vital signs are showing good numbers, says Colm O’Regan. 

It’s the time of year when a no-longer-young man’s heart turns to writing a column about trying to take up running again, writes Colm O’Regan.

Like all the best Irish antiquarian sites, there’s very little brouhaha about it on the road, writes Colm O’Regan.

I don’t think the Roman alphabet has the guttural sounds available for it. Maybe it was lost along the way in the evolution from the Indo European steppe.

“The day breaks, your mind aches …”

Sleep - what a beautiful word. Say it. I bet you feel like a sleep now. 

Christmas is a time for visitors. And I’m ok with that. Now.

I CROSSED it off with a flourish. No, a vehemence. This heat-seeking bullet point had been following me across multiple list-notebooks, bits of paper and random thoughts for too long.