Three words. Sir Tuesday Peregrine-Archer. As I waited back stage at the Venetian, I realised I hadn’t been this nervous since Mel Gibson called to my home to critique my review of Apocalypto. Nothing I’d read about Sir Peregrine Archer’s meteoric rise, from minor member of Dublin’s first family of journalism to international superstar, could… Read more

Have you ever fallen over and not wanted to get up again, ’cause like in a few minutes you’ll only fall over again, but harder this time? Do you ever wonder why you’ve bothered to get up, to open your eyes, why you just don’t lie on your bed pretending and lying to yourself that… Read more

Wild eyed publicity whore Bobby Sands has declared his intention to release a new diet book based on his wildly successful weight loss program. Since he took up the scheme it has become very popular in his work place, with colleagues literally keeling over themselves to join the plan. Indeed the weight has been falling… Read more

Breakfast started calmly enough. I’d risen after solid sleep to snorkel the welcoming bodice of Sunday afternoon. I’d splashed links of pig meat into steaming sizzle, smirking at the pock sting leaping tics of lard. In a pot I’d placed a ham for lunch, set it to boil in hearty flame broiled majesty, what meat!… Read more