Diamonds might be a girl's best friend, but they are no friend of mine, writes our Auld Lehane, as he gives his top tips ahead of Valentine's Day

I was in New York recently, with many people now wondering what the heck I was doing there. "You hardly go to Kilmurry for the paper," one old fellow said to me after mass on Sunday.

New York... it's like Macroom on a fair day, only multiplied by 10, writes our Auld Lehane from the 'Big Apple'

Don't push the mart around, credit-wise or in any other way... the stick hasn't gone away, you know, and the mart still knows how to use it, writes Denis Lehane in a special New Year's mart report

Ever a man to spot an opportunity, our auld Lehane has fixed upon a great scheme to further enhance our cattle marts standing in the world, in this week's Lighten Up

Thirty years ago, if you were looking for Auld Lehane, you wouldn't find him out here on this farm in Kilmichael, busily carrying buckets across the yard to feed two hungry calves...

Auld Lehane, the self-declared Lord Byron of Irish farming, has a poem this week to lift the spirit, and indeed the finances, of the struggling farmer.

From chit-chatting to royalty to cleaning out the loo, there's no job our Auld Lehane says he wouldn't tackle, in this week's Lighten Up

Denis lauds the virtues of 'Cattle Dealer' a song by two boyos from north Cork who go by the name of HubCap

With Budget 2026 closing in faster than the plastic being stretched over a freshly-made silage pit, Denis Lehane has a shortlist of measures to encourage farmers to stick with the job