It's a crazy world. On Sunday, I followed the reports of the G7 Summit. All these leaders of the Western world were avoiding saying anything that would annoy US President Donald Trump, while struggling with the notion that this is a man who, for any reason at all, could shatter years, even decades, of carefully constructed agreements and institutions.
Moments after Kilkenny had accounted for a gallant but tiring Tipperary with a last-quarter score rush, Ann Downey was enjoying the luxury of looking forward to watching the second Liberty Insurance All-Ireland Senior Camogie Championship Semi-Final between Cork and Galway.
As landlords’ enclosures of villages and commonages during England’s industrial revolution drove landless countrymen into the maws of the poet William Blake’s “dark Satanic mills”, a romantic nostalgia for the countryside began to grow.
One of the owners of the Hyde & Seek Childcare crèche chain is to take no future role in front line childcare provision as a result of findings to be revealed in an RTÉ Investigates documentary.
MY DAY of childhood ignominy and shame stands out because it was exceptional. That day, if I’d developed horns and a tail, nobody would have been surprised. My mother spouted horrified reproach in a sporadic way, like a water tap with an airlock. How could I? What kind of a child would ever? The very idea of inflicting such cruelty on a dumb animal.