Snow, snow, beautiful, glorious snow.

In these pages next week, you’ll be able to read all the election results and pundits like this writer will attempt to analyse the result and draw conclusions.

Sympathy for politicians is always hard to muster but I can safely say I could think of nothing worse to be doing right now than running for election.

The nicest brown bread I ever had was made by the grandmother. It was a light, moist bread and seemed to have a wholesome, more colourful tinge to it. My mother’s brown bread was… funnily enough, just brown.

There's something rather splendid about watching the human machine wind down with all the grace of a Victorian music box that's been dropped down a flight of stairs.

What kind of election will this be? Will it be an epic or a bit of a damp squib? The signs so far are that it will be pretty routine rather than seismic, but you never know what any election means until at least the votes are counted.

The thought struck me that the General Election has got the lads and lassies up off their asses in the Dáil and walking, in some cases running, to meet the electorate.

At long last a proposal that could actually make a real difference to changing the ever-increasing statistics of road deaths and accidents.

During an episode of the Blackadder the Third comedy series, set in eighteenth-century England, Hugh Laurie as the British Prince Regent remarks to Edmund Blackadder (Rowan Atkinson): "I say Blackadder, I hear the peasants are revolting in ...

The voting traditions and patterns in our state, since its foundation over 100 years ago, have been remarkably consistent. As we enter into another general election, it’s important to remember the significance of geography in our electoral politics.