Everywhere I go, people always ask me: who I am, and where do I come from. And I always tell them, I’m from Dripsey, MIGHTY, MIGHTY DRIPSEY.

Some Republican senators these days seem to be playing the Bad Guy in such an obvious way, they make the A-Team look like The Wire, writes Colm O’Regan

XOXOXO (Hugs and Kisses): Although you might have only seen it at the end of texts or WhatsApps, it has a storied history, writes Colm O’Regan. 

There are times when you just have to appreciate the awesome power of your better than-bog standard fossil fuel.

Colm O'Regan has started wearing skinny jeans and he's here to tell you all about it. 

Every so often I’ll have a small epiphany, writes Colm O’Regan. 

As the latest craze sweeps the nation’s schools we watch carefully, writes Colm O’Regan. Apparently they’re called Fidget Spinners but the name’s not important.

It’d be like finding out that Mandela, Einstein, Marie Curie and the fella who invented the stirrup were in the same hurling team at Minor level

There wasn’t much of it for a while, but you hear more about it now: Complaining about wages. Not just bemoaning your own, but someone else’s, and how you’d be glad to get the money they’re asking for, for the job they’re doing.

Colm O’Regan tackles adaptability in life this week.