In the original ending of The Emperor’s New Clothes, there was no child. Hans Christian Andersen had written the story as an adaptation of an earlier folk tale, where devious tailors play on the insecurities of a vain emperor, telling him that they have made him an outfit that is visible only to those of […]
Not far from where I live is a little village named Ardmore. Just over the county line (and the River Blackwater), it is a pretty little spot, once dependant on fishing but now surviving well on reeling in the tourists instead. It’s home to the Cliff House Hotel, which has one of the better whiskey […]
Agmondesham Cuffe was quite the operator. As detailed in Turtle Bunbury’s excellent work on the Irish aristocracy, Cuffe knew which way the wind blew. Cuffe disliked the policies of James II, who had plans to make Ireland a Catholic stronghold, as per the plans of the Catholic Earl of Tyrconnell, who wanted to strip the […]
Please spare a moment's thought for this poor fool, married to Ireland's Biggest Dickhead™ for a miserable 12 years today. #PrayForCiara #Condolences #NotOnTwitter pic.twitter.com/jMuDTQadsx — Bill Linnane (@Bill_Linnane) December 1, 2017 Week 37 of the column: Rejoice, cheapskates of Ireland – the stars have aligned and for the first time in decades, St Valentine’s Day, […]
Week 36 of the column, in which I stare at myself naked in the mirror, crying: The Rarámuri are an indigenous people who live in the mountains northwestern Mexico, in the Sierra Madre. They didn’t always live here – this is where they fled to when the Spanish arrived in the 16th Century, and their […]
Brought my kids to an exhibition on the occult at the Irish Museum of Modern Art in the Royal Hospital Kilmainham. Never too soon to start teaching them about the importance of heavy metal.
All really is quiet on New Year’s Day. Watching the sun rise over Garryvoe with the little guys.
Wrote this for the Indo as I am the go-to guy for middle class ennui. There are few events in the annual calendar more middle class than Christmas, save perhaps the Grand National, Irish Open or Ideal Homes Exhibition. It is a time of year to gather round the Rangemaster in the back kitchen, […]
Wrote this for the Indo about everyone I went to school with, burn in hell guys. Ah Christmas – a time to get together with old friends, when everyone comes back home and reunites, talks about how their lives have changed and gain a deeper understanding of who we really are, and the strange elliptical […]
Week 35 – It turns out that I wasn’t all set for the Christmas at all. I think I was asked the question so many times that I actually lost all sense of the true meaning of being ‘all set for the Christmas’, and basically forgot that gift-buying actually takes a little bit of effort. […]