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.

I finally saw the John Lewis ad. This will come as a relief to the John Lewis people as they may have been wondering if all the right “influencers” have seen it. It’s OK, John Lewis People. You can close the door because I’m safely in anyway.

There was one place that will resonate with all who forgot they remembered them: The Islets of Langerhans, writes Colm O’Regan

If I’d known this important truth, I wouldn’t have been in a hurry to grow up: Adult life is mostly getting things in and out of the attic, wrties Colm O’Regan