Colm O'Regan

Ulysses. I was the biggest cliché in reading. The gentlest hint of dog-ears on the first 10 pages, but otherwise unbothered by buttery-toast fingers.

Sentence-final particles are the term linguists use where people put unnecessary words at the end. In Dublin, it’s ‘but’. In Cork, it’s ‘like’

Lookk at them. With their sunburn and drinking and singing. Making noise. The Scots in Boston and now Miami. Disgusting.

This is surely the time of the algorithm “I swear my phone is listening to me.” But it isn't. It doesn't need to. It's watching you buy stuff.

We mightn't make the third week of a heatwave but still, it feels like something has shifted in the national psyche that goes beyond the weather itself.

Seems appropriate these days to talk about droughts. While many of us are waiting for any drop of rain at all, Mayo finally got a deluge.

I was on Ireland AM on TV3 talking about climate change. Ah, it's a living. Given that it's a quick-paced morning show and the item just before was

T here hasn't been this much fuss about cheap disposable cardboard glasses in Ireland in YONKS.