Humour Columns

Hello there. I'm shrouded by a miserable malaise this morning, I'm not entirely sure why. But then again, I am super complicated. Perhaps it's due to a gathering understanding that all human life is ultimately futile. Or perhaps I haven't…

EPILOGUE OCTOBER 2013 It was a Sunday in the middle of October and town had never been so quiet. To an outsider or someone just passing through, it might have seemed like as though an entire community had been evacuated overnight. Mass –…

Greetings chums, and welcome to the twentieth Tittererer's Digest. As we civilised folk tend to do, let's take a moment to pause and acknowledge that nice round number as if it were a meaningful achievement. ... ... ... ... ... Ah, so very…

KICKING THE HABIT OCTOBER 2008 The year was 2008 and change was everywhere. Ireland was suffering its worst economic crisis in decades and the shadow of austerity loomed large as the excesses of the Celtic Tiger slowly retreated from…

Hello and welcome, friends. I've spent Easter week back home in Ireland - swanning into town flush with my almighty Sterling pounds. I felt like Cleopatra - or some other wealthy person - Tom Jones, perhaps. I was droppin' Elizabeth Frys …

THE OXEGEN FIASCO JULY, 2007 It was the first weekend in July of 2007. The weather was great for a change and we were all eagerly awaiting our first Oxegen, a music festival, which took place annually in the grounds of Punchestown race…

Good day to you all and welcome to the Digest. I'm a little worse for wear today, following an endurance testing stag weekend for my pal Rory. I'm not saying it was boozy, but the activity chosen to take a break from all the drinking was a…

OUR FINEST HOUR MAY, 2007 It was about one year into Pascal’s reign that we began to see visible improvement. Despite his many detractors, it was difficult to argue that his controversial training methods weren’t getting results. We were…

The keener eyed few of you will have noticed that there wasn't a Tittererer's Digest last week. Strictly speaking, I'm not really supposed to say why I wasn't available last week. But let's just say that it certainly wasn't because I was…

THE MAN FROM ARGENTINA OCTOBER, 2006 It was an October evening down in the New Park that we were first introduced to the man who would oversee us all the way up until minors. His name was Pascal Reilly. He was a man of contradictions.…