Lampooning a certain strand of artistic discourse is just another way to shoot fish in a barrel

Chatting to people on Leeside about what happened in Dublin revealed some interesting attitudes

‘Builder on the Roof’: an ingénue comes to Cork and wonders aloud why the city is full of derelict properties in the middle of a housing crisis

The council wants additional research. That means more costs, and all to establish something we all know. They’re a waste of money

David Goldberg asks who remembers his parents, Gerald and Sheila. In Cork, we never forget our own

The event centre is an embarrassment, a farrago of missed deadlines and shameful photo-opportunities, an indictment of those responsible

Great to see dolphins in the Lee a few days back.

Wednesday was a testing day for people living in the path of Storm Babet — and Cork got a particularly bad lash from it

Sunday and a stroll around the city. In the words of one of my research assistants, the vibe is good. On the stroll last weekend, though, I made a particular note as we wandered off Patrick Street at one stage.

Readers will remember the demonstrations outside Leinster House a couple of weeks ago when one of the great cliches was called into the breach (and not found wanting). Yes, we had unruly scenes.