SEPTIC tanks are the latest repository for the foul political culture in which we live. The whole palaver around the issue would be funny if it didn’t give off such as smell.

THIS is a story about a town divided, and how history isn’t dead, but merely sleeping.

AT 7.18pm Maura Harrington walked into the hall. She strode through the centre aisle, all the way to the front of the stage.

LET’S hear it for the imperial forces exercising their will on the country.

HIS name was Peter, and he wore hard years on his face.

THE boys were treated like men, and not just any men, but professional sportsmen.