Don’t look back in anger, sang a lone woman in Manchester’s Albert Square at a memorial for those murdered there last week, writes Suzanne Harrington. 

Hello and here is the fake news. Well, some of it is fake, and some of it is not. You’ll just have to figure it out – using your emotions. Because that’s what we do now. Who needs facts and experts when we have feelings and social media? asks Suzanne Harrington

You may have thought Irish jokes had been consigned to the unpleasant past, writes Suzanne Harrington.

Next Saturday, Cork will be the vegan capital of Ireland when it hosts Vegfest at the City Hall. Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d write.

MAYBE don’t read this if you’re eating. It involves sex with Donald Trump. Consider yourself warned, writes Suzanne Harrington. 

Suzanne Harrington delves into the psyche of ’The Do Gooder’ to fin dout what they’re all about.

Happy Ishtar. I mean Eostre. No wait, I mean Easter. Or maybe it’s Pesach, or Pascha (isn’t that a club in Ibiza?).

Suzanne Harrington pipes in on the debate surrounding that Pepsi ad.

Brexit, says Milk The Cow podcast, is “Like when Geri Halliwell overestimated her viability as a solo artist and left the Spice Girls.”

TO combat my worsening clinomania — it’s like nymphomania, except instead of wanting sex all the time, you fast forward to the bit afterwards, where you just want to lie in bed all the time, propped up on squashy pillows, wrapped in furry blankets, staring dreamily into space — I wear a device on my wrist that tells me to move. It’s a fitness tracker. Maybe you have one, writes Suzanne Harrington.