Oh dear…

Sometimes, when newspapers fuck up, they REALLY fuck up...Check out the lead and second lead stories in the Wednesday, January 28 edition of the Irish Examiner. Then, check out the big advertisement at the bottom of the page. WHOOOPS


Tosca’s Tale

Seventy years since the survivors' of Auschwitz were liberated, I was watching a tv documentary where six of them recounted their stories of survival and the terrible aftermath they've endured, of nightmares and tragedies. One Polish man, Dr Tadeusz Smreczynski, who became a doctor and practiced general medicine within ten minutes of the camp gates,…Read more Tosca’s Tale

The Waiter

The waiter turns the cup around, a habit, bred from suspicion that somewhere, someone else was watching, waiting He waits, he smiles, anticipates, but never sees it coming, someone has it in for him but he prefers to leave them wanting Desire, he feels, from memory, and previous experience, leaves nothing but an empty space,…Read more The Waiter


Real Capital

In journalism, being in the right place at the right time can be all a reporter needs to get the story. Asking the right question can be a big help, too. In May, 1987 I went to New York to attend a U2 press conference on behalf of the (then) Cork Examiner and its sister…Read more Real Capital



My daughter, Holly, is 26, today. Tempus Fugit, when you're having fun, I must add. Twenty two years ago, myself and my two daughters went on a road trip in a beat up old Mini. I wrote this poem, many years later, about that wonderful time, the three of us, in west Clare with NO…Read more NO RULES


Did I pay for Christmas?©

Did I pay for Christmas? A child's question asked with innocence yes, I answered with every second, every minute, every day of my solitary existence A debt that has no interest but is paid forever In thoughts and memories that crowd my mind with haunting persistence With poetry and prose that furnish my living with…Read more Did I pay for Christmas?©


Proper Charlie

When we say Je suis Charlie, there's a tragic truth in its bite, we must all fight for the right of arseholes to talk shite. That's the price of freedom. Because without intervention, with tyranny we'll have constipation; ideas stultify, words choke, and thoughts retract into oblivion But where in this world of cyber post…Read more Proper Charlie