Australia is deadly

Expanding on yesterday’s post, wherein I spoke of my back yard’s contempt for human life, here’s Dylan Moran (my boss’s cousin), who ventured south with kids in tow to find a former jail-island teeming with hostility. He makes one point hat I can truly identify with: “It’s a totally inhospitable place, you shouldn’t be here….

Irish blogger in Antarctic whale chase

Seasoned bloggers will be well aware of ye olde blog blather.net, to which Dave Walsh (right) is still attached. Dave, for those of you who don’t know, is currently involved in the high-profile pursuit of Japanese whaling ships in the Southern Ocean. He’s the serious-looking communications manager on the Greenpeace ship Esperanza (blog here), which,…

The Dubliner v The Chancer. Oh, it’s ON.

Expect drawn pistols at high noon in the Powerscourt Townhouse Centre. Said Derek O’Connor, he of Chancer fame: “Dubliner publisher Trevor ‘Awight’ White thinks that The Chancer is obsessed with The Dubliner. He’s wrong. We’re obsessed with him. Grrrrr!” Trevor hits back: “You have a neck like a jockey’s bollocks. And for that, I suppose,…

At home with freesheets

I used to work for a freesheet, so I was well versed on the litter-versus-personal-responsibility debate that surrounds the papers. I still feel the product is strong and has a good niche, but you can’t argue the environmental aspect. There’s a lotta paper left over every day. This idea tickles me, so. An artist in…

Doing the Marathon for Mum and MS

I had never seen this photo here before my mother died. It’s of her, aged about 21 (I assume), clutching a champagne bottle, with a glass on her head and obviously, from her facial expression, a fairly high blood/alcohol level. I found it as I sorted through her things in the house, tucked into an…

Interview with John Connolly

I had the pleasure of interviewing author John Connolly yesterday, far and away one of the most enjoyable interviews I’ve had in a long time. Interviews can be quirky, and as a journalist, you’re always conscious that you’re imposing on someone to fill space on a page and make a living. You feel like you’re…