People of my vintage will remember a time in Ireland when priests were so plentiful that in very busy parishes with teeming congregations, multiple priests were needed to assist with the distribution of Holy Communion.

In certain rural parishes, a new phenomenon has appeared: the community café. Usually arising in the aftermath of local shop and pub closures, these hubs present communities with a place to meet, socialise and, of course, enjoy a warm cuppa.

He is one of the few people that regularly makes me laugh out loud.

Ahead of St Patrick’s Day, there cannot be too many of us who thought we’d be mentioning Garron Noone and Conor McGregor in the same breath.

In a world where opinions are cheap, and outrage sells like discount narcissism at a reality star's garage sale, another social media darling has fallen victim to that most modern of plagues: cancellation by digital pitchfork.

Changing the clocks marks the change of the seasons, and it certainly marks a change of mood. That itself is seasonal.  When the clocks change for the winter, everyone is up in arms.

Whom I ask for no gift, whom I thank for all things, this is the morning. Night is gone, a dawn comes up in birds and sounds of the city.

There's something terribly evasive about our relationship with ageing. We acknowledge it with the same stoicism we reserve for discussions about taxes, the weather, and the inevitable annual defeat of our Mayo football team.

The Matrix is one of the most iconic sci-fi action films of all time, where a hacker Neo (Keanu Reeves) discovers that reality is a simulated illusion controlled by artificial intelligence (AI).

As one man told Toirlach Dever on the Saturday just after he had finished his epic 24-hour run around Achill, it took a madman to think of the idea and another level of madness entirely to actually see it through.