Ploughing 2017: Or as it will forever be known, That Wednesday of the Ploughing That Year With All The Rain. 

He told me casually but I think he knew this was a dynamite revelation. He knew life would never be the same again, in a very tiny way.

IN the run-up to any All-Ireland final, there are feet and yards of newsprint written about the usual suspects: The teams, the players, the managers, their families and the fans, writes Colm O'Regan.

Maybe it was the tension of the situation; a combination of the fear of being refused and the excitement of the dangerous road I was about to embark on, writes Colm O’Regan

Colm O’Regan writes about the struggles of forming an opinion in the 21st century. 

When the neo-Nazis get organised here in Ireland it’ll be some cod-Celtic nonsense like the Sons of Balor or Tuatha De Dannann Purity. Thankfully it won’t be Irish Pride because that’s a sliced pan, writes Colm O’Regan

Donald Trump is probably the closest there is a toddler in terms of lying. So far he has made more than 800 false or misleading claims, writes Colm O’Regan

I can’t keep up with it, says Colm O’Regan. 

Rival — the word comes from the Latin rivus, or a stream. Presumably keen rivalries began between people who shared a stream. One man’s fish-source is another man’s tannery drain.

Apparently the Confederations Cup was on over the last while. It’s the tournament to give a little smoke test to the football World Cup the following year.