Philip Roth passed away last week, but anyone who read last week’s column can breathe easy. I’m not going to try to write in his style the way I did with Tom Wolfe last Monday: the liver is safe in your fridge.

The great Tom Wolfe passed away last week. Master of the masters of the universe, he was 88, and if his last book was an oddity — The Kingdom Of Speech, really? — some of its predecessors are well known to you, gentle reader, writes Michael Moynihan.

The summer is cranking into full gear, though the weather isn’t exactly playing along — a shame that the rain washed out that first Test cricket game in Dublin over the weekend, of which more elsewhere.

If you’re reading this column there’s a good chance you’re a member of a sports club. If so, you may be familiar with a phenomenon best encapsulated by the experience of a man I know in a government organisation.

I see that Wembley is up for sale, writes Michael Moynihan.

The Cork senior hurling championship goes up a notch this weekend, with a raft of games down for decision today and tomorrow.

I see that Australian sportsman Israel Folau got himself in hot water over the last few weeks with remarks about gay people.

It’s funny to consider how much talk there is about hands in Irish sport once you concentrate on it, writes Michael Moynihan

The Belfast rape trial ended last week. The past few weeks saw the mix seethe, as preoccupations intersected in Belfast’s Court No. 12: crime, celebrity, sex, power, class, sport. All of it.