There’s a phrase that has become fashionable in recent years, particularly in the United States: “Not my president”.

Radical chic has a uniform and old rockers of a certain vintage will recognise it in the slightly-too-considered dishevelment, the radical politics worn like a vintage jacket.

It may have been impossible to get around Ireland last Saturday, but we got to Ruislip. With a 2. 30pm throw in, many of the Mayo gaels had travelled to the match the day before.

Given the weight the Mayo senior football team carries in hearts and minds across the county, the appointment of Andy Moran as senior manager last summer drew far more reaction than last week’s news that Mayo GAA has appointed its first-ever CEO.

A few weeks ago in this space, (WP, March 17), I disagreed with comments by Bishop of Raphoe Niall Coll that young people in Ireland today are seeking from the Catholic Church what he called ‘clarity, coherence and tradition’ - rather than expecting ...

I’m feeling at home in Newport Beach. The weather here is unseasonably cool. The temperatures are only in the mid-20s (Celsius) though they can rise to the late 20s during the day.

Now that Easter is over and that (hopefully) a long and miserable winter is behind us and spring is in the air, we have what will (hopefully) be the prospect of a good summer ahead of us.

Almost 20 years ago, the The Tinker’s Blade finished its sell-out run at An Taibhdhearc theatre in Galway.

Imagine you’re a priest in rural Mayo, 1720, and a man sends word that he's dying, and you dutifully answer the call. That’s a priest's job, after all; indeed, that's the whole point of his vocation, saving souls.

To claim that London and New York are part of ‘Greater Connacht’ might seem incredible. It could feel like something that belongs to the lively imagination of people from our part of the world.