SO, Ireland. This is it. This is the week where the present cleaves from the past, like those bits of rocket that fall away as the rocket gathers momentum. That rocket is the voice of Irish women.

I once received a card of a cartoon stick man standing on top of a flattened cartoon stick woman.

You couldn’t feel rage up here – or even mild irritation – no matter how hard you tried, writes Suzanne Harrington

There is a beggar in the town where I live who appeared on a BBC reality series about beggars.

It’s stress awareness month, in case any of us were unaware of what being stressed feels like.

In a charity shop, I stumble across a copy of Barbara Cartland’s 1962 socio-cultural masterpiece, Etiquette Handbook: A Guide To Good Behaviour From The Boudoir To The Boardroom.

So retrograde has Mercury turned out to be that I have found it safer to remain mostly under the duvet, for fear of encountering confusion, delays and frustration, writes Suzanne Harrington

Behold, Stormy Daniels is risen! From behind an unsigned — therefore legally invalid — non-disclosure agreement, the porn star walks amongst men, making the orangest one squirm and quake in his handmade shoes.

You have a fantastic life. Not just averagely good, but really bloody good. You have a job that involves fooling about with your best friend on the telly, and getting paid tons of money for it, writes Suzanne Harrington. 

Ever wanted to know more about, say, Marxist ideas of alienation or the situationists, but couldn’t face reading actual Marxist or situationist theory? Well now you don’t have to, writes Suzanne Harrington.