When my doctor solemnly informed me of my high cholesterol, brandishing a prescription for statins like a sentence to culinary purgatory, I couldn't help but lament.

When to call the election? We all know that a general election must be called before spring, but when exactly that might be is the big political question right now.

Have you noticed that, despite continuing to plummet in the polls, Sinn Féiners are smiling again. Probably, I suspect, for two reasons.

I don’t know about you people out there but if this Indian Summer lasts much longer, I’ll have to relocate.

It was one of those miserable post-Christmas weeks in Kerry a few years back when a local correspondent in The Kerryman summed up the news succinctly as: “No news this week”.

To my mind the definition of an Indian Summer is the few days we so desperately long for when we have had no summer otherwise.

Here’s a question: why is it that a significant percentage of Catholics who no longer attend Mass with any regularity are still happy to financially contribute to the running of a parish, the maintenance of a priest and the upkeep of a church? ...

By any sane assessment, an angry and unprepared Donald Trump lost heavily in the ABC News Presidential Debate on Tuesday night last, against a confident and joyful Kamala Harris.

Now the summer is over, the political world cranks back into full gear. And with a maximum of six months before an election, the talk is of the budget and what the government will do in it.

In the annals of Irish history, we've seen many weird bedfellows, but none as strange as the recent scene that unfolded on the streets of Belfast. We witnessed the most unlikely of alliances.