Entries from September 2007

September 30, 2007

Sunday Times: Women, you’re letting the side down

September 30th, 2007
Ladies, I’m embarrassed. In fact, I’m mortified. You’ve let me down badly. Worse, you’ve let yourselves down. How any of us can go out and face the men of this country now is beyond me. You’ve cocked a snook at a century of female emancipation, the tribulations of women’s libbers and the battle [...]

September 30, 2007

Sunday Times: Doom is nigh, but I’m prepared

September 23rd, 2007
Don’t know about you, but I’m battening down the hatches. For the past few months, I’ve breezed along, blithely ignoring urgent news reports about sub-prime this and credit crunch that. After all, I figured, it was nothing to do with me.
In the past week or two, however, I’ve suddenly realised it’s time to [...]

September 30, 2007

Sunday Times: Let’s go the extra 1,609 metres

September 16th, 2007
Break out the bunting; there’s a glorious victory to celebrate. We, the little people, stood firm against the faceless, unbending Eurocrats in Brussels and we won. After years of insisting that Ireland and Britain must get in line with everyone else and adopt the metric system, the European Commission relented last week.
We can [...]

September 11, 2007

Thoughts had at lunchtime

a) I love it when the healthy option in a restaurant actually tastes of something. So snaps to Domini Kemp’s Table for the delish salad with soy-marinated chicken, buckwheat noodles, pickled cucumber & ginger, sesame & chilli. Yum yum.
b) I hate it when a restaurant assumes that you are tipping €4.55 on a bill of [...]

September 9, 2007

Sunday Times: Ireland, we need a holiday

September 9th, 2007
What is the best feeling in the world? Winning the lottery? The elation that accompanies the birth of your child? Nah, it’s that special thrill when you wake up at 6.58am on a Monday morning, dreading the imminent pealing of the alarm clock, but then remember that it’s a bank holiday and you [...]

September 9, 2007

Sunday Times: Is there honour in Ireland, or will we always abuse a free ride?

Just to confuse matters, this is the column from two weeks ago…
August 26th, 2007
For half an hour last weekend, my inner Hyacinth Bucket (or should that be Bouquet?) reeled in ecstasy. I was sitting outside a café in Paris, enjoying tea made with a silk teabag and flicking through a popular weekly news magazine, [...]

September 2, 2007

Sunday Times: Don’t talk, we’re about to die

September 2nd, 2007 
Call me unadventurous, but one thing I can say with absolute certainty is that I will never join the mile-high club. It’s nothing to do with the fear of being caught or the cramped and unsanitary conditions in which would-be members usually seal the deal. It’s because I couldn’t possibly divert any energy [...]