Needing such public spaces to throw people together would have stunned our grandparents

If ever the title of Venice of the North was up for grabs, it was at or about 6pm last Sunday in Cork. I don’t like to spark PTSD among readers — intentionally, at least — but even the mention of last weekend’s downpour may be triggering.

Kudos to begin with for an old friend of this column, Pat Poland, on completing his trilogy of histories of Cork Fire Brigade. His new book, Cork City Firefighters: A Proud Record.

The proposed village-type development in east Cork is very near some... actual villages, not facsimiles

The recently launched #CorkSoundsGood campaign brings to mind a well-established festival in Michael Moynihan's native city

People have a tolerance for waiting in queues that is proportional to the complexity or quantity of service that they anticipate

If the only people who can afford to be artists are those with the independent financial resources or family money, then our notions of art become narrower

That's the essential nature of change: People are affected and not always for the better

The other day I was busy with my morning stroll — which coincides with one of the routes in the much-discussed Bus Connects plan, of which more at a later date — and listening to Censored.

Where once the pavement stretched ahead unspoiled, there now arises an obstacle course to test even the mountain goats among us