I don’t know whether I’m previous or late. I want to wish you a happy Mother’s Day and a happy St Patrick’s Day, and I’m stuck slap bang in the middle of both of them. There was a lot of Mother’s Day going on all around me at the weekend.

The highly-privileged medic, a son of Ireland's president, stole babies from vulnerable mothers only to hand them over to his fee-paying patients, complete with false birth certificates

What was easily dismissed not so long ago as a few headbangers came dangerously close to tipping over the edge into really serious violence, writes Fergus Finlay

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, … it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us … I’m not talking about ...

The party of Abraham Lincoln looked exactly like the old and feeble German leaders who stood by while Hitler marched to power, writes Fergus Finlay

I don’t remember economists worrying about the mental health of people borrowed up to their eyeballs in the Celtic Tiger, writes Fergus Finlay

I’m not going to give you my list of all-time favourite movies, because I don’t want you to know how shallow and superficial I am.  But I will bow to no-one in declaring The Magnificent Seven to be one of the best cowboy films of all time.

Even as it looks right now that the numbers are turning in the right direction, there is enormous danger still

There is evidence of children being taken from their mothers, despite these mothers fighting and pleading to keep them, to facilitate the trade and export of babies