You hear a lot about how hard it is to 'make it' in Los Angeles.

Over the summer I read Original Sin, a book about Joe Biden’s decline and his decision to run again for US President. We all know how that worked out, but the details in the book make for a grim - if very interesting - story.

“Where are you from?” For many people, that is a very easy question to answer. For me, I am one of those whom such a question always gives pause for thought.

The professional classes have always been rather good at inventing reasons to feel superior.

When Kevin Flatley, a married man with a family, and a Garda with 26 years of dedicated service to the people of Ireland, lost his life in carrying out a speed-check in Dublin in May, the news was greeted with universal sadness.

I ran out of space last week before getting to the main point of the discourse on Fianna Fáil in disarray (this could turn into a work of friction, there’s lots left to talk about!), which is that the largest political party in the country seems ...

Jack Butler Yeats is my favourite artist. His work is always worth seeing.

A safari-ride into the chaotic, lawless world of LA’s public transport system  There’s a line in the 1994 film Speed where Sandra Bullock, white-knuckled behind the wheel of a hijacked Los Angeles city bus, tries to keep it from ...

If you'd told me ten years ago that Ireland's next presidential contest might pit a man whose feet were insured for $57 million against another who was recently the subject of a civil rape case, I'd have assumed you'd been at the poitín.

I was 12 years old when I played against Cora Staunton for the first – and mercifully – last time. It was a game between Breaffy and Ballintubber and to be eligible, you had to still be in national school. It was the spring of 1994.