There are 31 sets of traffic lights between my house and the Grand Canal – a distance of about seven miles. Is this a record? Well, it must be close
A few years ago a mate told of a brilliant christening he had been to in Fermanagh
First on your butt . . . giz a drag . . . stop hokeing, don’t put a horn on the butt . . .
Al Qaeda back in business, George Bush holed up in Buckingham Palace
Who runs this place: the government or the teachers? The teachers, of course
It is 6pm on Wednesday. It is lashing rain and dark