Three terrorists stand before me. This title given to them by a world beyond their control, but a title, which nonetheless could legitimise their murder. One of...
Somewhere in the 90s, probably lying on the floor of the sitting room on a Saturday night, re-watching The Bodyguard, I was trying (and failing) to out-sing Whi...
From an early age we are instructed by our parents ‘not to judge a book by its cover’. It is explained to us that this admonishment should not be interpreted li...
“What d’you want?”
“A Choc Ice!”
“Wha’? What does it say right there?”
“Bimbo’s Burgers.”
“Bimbo’s Burgers right. And wha?”
“Today’s chips today.”
“Does i...
From the moment we are born, the question is “blue or pink?” Depending on our gender, it is decided whether we will wear trousers or a skirt as a uniform on our...
The year is 1990. David O’Leary, the ageing Irish defender, steps up to the penalty spot as he stares down a swarthy, be-mulleted Romanian goalkeeper. As the op...
The Bog Girl by Karen Russell //
Having disinterred a body whilst out cutting turf, a young man falls for the quiet, semi-preserved smile of the bog girl. Due...
What do you hope to be like when you’re my age?
I want to be a construction worker because I always play that with Anton. We are both construction workers. W...
They are coming tonight, the men without names, and we can do nothing but bolt the iron door to our apartment and wait. ‘They will choose the thirtieth floor th...
“Any gaffs going?” is a refrain often echoed around the streets of Dublin’s city centre at four a.m on any given Saturday. The clubs, pubs and bars have dischar...
