Can anyone please explain to me exactly what part of the lyrics: ‘Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger’ is offensive?
When I penned this opinion piece (below) after the vile attack on a US tourist in Dublin in July, I hoped - against hope - it would prove an anomaly.
Jurgen Klopp should consider a change of approach when Liverpool take on Manchester City in the biggest game of the Premier League season so far next Saturday.
Jozef Puska spat out his self-serving lies as a malevolent dragon exhales hateful fire.
Halloween has come and gone and that can only mean one thing: time to put up the Christmas tree!
If I step far enough back, and into their shoes, I can sort of begin to understand how many young men might feel like the whole world is against them right now.
They are the largely forgotten Irish, so many of their number lost to whiskey and loneliness and shame, falling between the cracks in London or Birmingham or Coventry.
Scoffing down boiled potatoes and soup at half eleven in the morning under a blazing Nepalese sun is not the archetypal holiday moment. But as Kerry based explorer Pat Falvey kept reminding us, our journey was an adventure not a package holiday.
Musée Grévin’s newest waxwork certainly doesn’t ‘Rock’, according to fans.
Sorry, Gucci, but not even Paul Mescal can convince me that white socks look good on a man.
When my father died, there were no uncles living near us, so I didn’t have a father figure or a male role model growing up. It might be an exaggeration to say Mick O’Dwyer was a father figure to me, but only a small one.
The choreographer-in-chief has shaped his last dance, a conductor for the ages has laid down his baton, it is time for Ireland’s ancient condor to fold his great wings and rest.
SO what to write about this week? Let’s check the GAA headlines.
IT was payback time for Liverpool in yesterday’s Merseyside derby, but that is not how this game should work.
Johnny Sexton had the haunted expression of a man who had just been dumped, by a downward plunging express elevator, into the bowels of some hellish everlasting misery.
When she lost a brother and sister within a year of each other, Annmarie Gray struggled with the emotional turmoil of grief in its many forms.
Laurence Fox has claimed he speaks for the “silent majority” after finally cranking out an apology. The silent majority has now blocked his number.
FOR Oscar Wilde, it is literature – artistic triumphs of the imagination, the written word lying on a soft mattress of paper – that “irrigates the deserts of our lives”.
Under-the-counter payments to GAA team managers might be the last remaining gravy train in modern Ireland.
Waking up on Sunday morning in Paris was an emotional rollercoaster.
Russell Brand’s ego must be as rampant as his sex drive.
The Garda investigation into the Kinahan Organised Crime Group and its leadership is complete and a vast file is now with the Director of Public Prosecutions for a decision which will likely see Christy Kinahan Snr and his sons Daniel and …
Admit it, parents: you’re only delighted the kids are finally back at school - and doing their teachers’ heads in instead of yours.
TWO hearses, a town disembowelled by grief, a family staring into an unimaginable void, despair marbled with disbelief.
I was leading a pilgrimage to Lourdes last week. I like Lourdes and have been there many times.
It’s estimated that the atomic bomb created by J Robert Oppenheimer measured a deafening 240 decibels – but that’s nothing compared to the raucous Dublin crowd with whom I caught the story of his life this week.
I am very late to the party on this one, but I have a public service announcement to anyone who is looking for a brilliant comedy that is laden down with a dark poignant humour and acted perfectly by a relatively-unknown cast.
FROM the forest of sadness, to sprout and entangle the soul of Sinéad O’Connor – none feels more unfathomable.
Fancy a poo for two?
I didn’t know Sinéad O’Connor well even though I met her and spoke with her on numerous occasions.
Do you ever get the sneaking feeling you’re being lied to?
Let's start this story where it should have ended.
I STARTED in the RTÉ newsroom in May 1995 at the tender age of 24 and was appointed to a Correspondent’s role in December 1996 – the second-youngest ever correspondent in RTÉ.
Women, whether ordained or not, must be given meaningful leadership roles in the Catholic Church. I know this because Pope Francis has repeatedly said so.
Before this week, did anyone for one second believe Naomi Campbell had a single item with a PrettyLittleThing tag on it in her wardrobe?
Even the advancing years, gluttonous and cold-blooded in ransacking the best of an athlete’s talent and voltage, seem impotent to declare their sovereignty over James McCarthy.
It must be the kind of blow that short- circuits the soul, a dozen aircraft hangers insufficient to warehouse the sudden, overpowering, life-changing assault of grief.
No matter how much Ryan Tubridy earns, these controversial days must be a living hell for him and his family.
When I die, my last request is: don’t let Dave Fanning pen the tribute.
ON days of scornful, ivory tower immodesty like these, RTÉ assumes the air of an entitled Bourbon sovereign squinting contemptuously down on the little people.
All over the world, including Ireland, there is a concerted movement to pass laws claiming to give us “the right” to decide when we die, and how we die, so as to avoid pain and suffering.
CHRISTY Dignam, Dublin’s fallen blue-collar Shakespeare, mined some of his loveliest hymns from a seam located beneath the rib cage, in that emotional oasis where the heart resides.
Money talks, as the saying goes, but it’s the unspoken words that are the most meaningful.
SO, I watched the beautiful game last weekend. Sadly the Champions League final was underwhelming and mostly boring.
The Sunday World is 50 years old and I’ve been churning out stories for it for more than half that time.
Christy Dignam told me three years ago that the other members of Aslan called him “Lazarus” because he had so many near-death experiences.
‘Firstly, are you OK?’
All of us need to be patient with young Evan Ferguson.
I’ve many reasons to be satisfied with my achievements in life, surviving what I have is at the very top of that list but last week when I sat down in front of a Government Minister in Dáil Éireann to discuss the important matter of grooming …
