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Áilín QuinlanEvening Echo |
Yet another election day looms. And still, things that are so screamingly obvious to those of us at the frontline of living in Ireland today...
“Oh, my God,” my friend said. “The sheer nerve of it.” We stood at the side of the little country road and contemplated the jumble of wood,...
You know the kind of person who gets every new gadget the very minute they hit the market? I’m not that person. But I am surrounded by people who...
Tomorrow millions of people will watch horror films. Towns and villages will be plastered with orange pumpkins and light-up decorations. In the USA...
I did a bold thing. Since Irish roads turned into the Wild West a few years ago, I’ve been honked at, tailgated, passed out on hairpin bends, and...
Did you see this, somebody said, holding up the front page of a newspaper. We were sitting around a café table. The waitress was standing beside...
Oh God, I thought, am I imagining things? I checked again. I wasn’t imagining it. Over the past few days I had received WhatsApp messages from five...
What is this terrible anxiety we seem to have around children getting bored? As we sat in a restaurant waiting for our meal to arrive, my friend and...
Ah, Saturdays. You gotta love ’em. But last Saturday was a bit different. Last Saturday was a momentous day. Last Saturday reminded us about what...
“I don’t get it,” I said. My friend and I were talking about the Oasis ticket fiasco, where the price of admission was advertised for between...
Early this week, I carried out a little experiment. I logged onto the Ticketmaster website (it was working perfectly at 10am on Monday!) and...
Who is this guy, I thought. I did a google. Former star baseball player. Former top gilt-edged, go-getter in the world of high finance. Now owns...
“But”, I said, more than a little taken aback – “the table’s where everything happened!” See, there’s been a lot of talk in this house...
I was feeling unaccountably cheerful. For the first time in more months than I can remember, I’d completed a car journey without a single scary...
He wasn’t throwing out any shirts, he said. He needed old shirts for doing work around the house. He needed work-shirts for his shed, for...
My eyes snap open. I look at the clock. It’s just after midnight. The noise of revving and screeching on the road outside is deafening. It sounds,...
Mice and men. Well, there’s the John Steinbeck novel. And then, even more interestingly, there’s John B Calhoun. John B Calhoun was an ethnologist...