Ireland


The Making of a President


  The people of Ireland vote this Thursday (Oct 27th) for their new President.   These are their choices for the role:  A Gay Guy, the Lady from the Special K Advertisement, a Plank of Wood, a Baldy Guy with an underbite, a Terrorist, a...

Bon Bons, the Royal Bird


  The weather is still glorious, gorgeous, golden.  We are at the centre of – a rather unromantically named – “Blocking High” over Europe with calm, still cloudless days of 28 degrees. Daily dressing means badenahs (Cork-speak for a swim suit) and a pair of...

Profiles


Once upon a time there was a little girl called Rose. Her father was a Colonel in the Hussars and a millionaire and she grew up on the family’s 600-acre estate in Devon, and their home in London. With an older sister and younger brother,...

The Big Fellow


There are almost 41 million Google references for “Michael Collins.”   Some of them relate to the astronaut Michael Collins, or the clarinettist Michael Collins and others refer to young fellas and old fellas whose family name is Collins and whose first name is that of...

Memories of Summer. Sherkin Island


        The first family holiday I can remember was in the summer of 1953. We went for a month to Sherkin Island off the coast of County Cork.  I remember the year, because our youngest sister was conceived on that holiday.  She arrived...

Visas. An open letter to the President


Dear Mr Obama,   When you were in Dublin last May, I was watching television and posted on Facebook that the College Green event was so moving, during the speech by our Taoiseach Enda Kenny “Michelle and I are crying” (A few moments later, I...

A Word for Robert Graves… A Writer Partial to Bling


  The poet Robert Graves was addressing the audience from the dais in the bear pit of “The Dairy Sci” in University College Cork. All the large auditorium’s tiered seats were full, literally to overflowing that May night in 1975. They were so full that...

Air India Disaster 1985


  It was 1985, the year that Cork was celebrating its 800th birthday. It was a Sunday and it was raining. As The Irish Press newspaper was on strike I was relishing staying in and catching up on housework. So, despite the noise of what...