I’m in a darkened room about to watch a 60-tonne Dreadnoughtus headbutt another 40ft-high Dreadnoughtus over mating rights while David Attenborough makes it sexy

Piseogs were a rational response to an uncertain world.  What’s interesting is that after all the science and explanations, many of us still believe in them in some shape or form

The skill is high, the surface is good, there was drama because St Pat’s went down a goal to Waterford at the start

My stretching for Dublin consisted of putting one leg at a time on the bottom of a railing and vaguely leaning

You bump into it now in old street signs, county jerseys and, for some reason, parking signs, but it’s rare. Now we’re all getting a bit of a crash course in it. And that’s good because there’s a lot going on with an Cló Gaelach

Whatever your views on the role of the Catholic Church in the formation of Irish society, one can’t deny it did teach generations how to shake hands

The viewing experience has never been richer, more immersive. We simple folk used to just watch penalties from the sideline. Now we are floating in the air above the penalty taker in a drone or being jolted around on a referee’s nipple and hearing him pant 'that’s a goal' into the Gopro

Even when I’m pretty stressed after a one-hour shift in front of the telly, I can congratulate myself on watching a job well done

Compared to the egotrip of social media, the massive editing edifice of Wikipedia still has some integrity

We are often mistaken for being offended by terrible Irish accents, but personally speaking, it’s not that I’m fragile or hurt by them. I’m just annoyed to see something we do well being done badly