They whispered in dark corners and went out late at night and conspired and conspired but the emperor Claudius knew they were up to something.

I’m still a busy little bee working away and retagging old posts. I’m now up to September 2006. That’s only another four years to go and I’ll be up to date! errr, that’s a lot of posts. Tis odd though, going though my life back then, I posted a lot more, for one thing. And […]

Lusk shooting.

This morning, as I walked to work, I happened to glance at the headline of my Metro Family anger at killings verdict. And I thought to myself, this couldn’t be the family of the armed raiders shot while robbing a post office, could it? Of course it was. This sort of shite annoys the fuck […]

It matters what we journalists do. If I didn’t think my work made a difference, I’d probably give it up

Today marks the tenth anniversary of the death of Veronica Guerin. For those of you who don’t know Guerin was a journalist who mainly wrote crime stories. Exposing drug lords and crime gangs. She was shot and killed as she sat in her car at a red light on the Naas road. In the aftermath […]

“Gravity is a cruel and unpredictable mistress, so…” “No it isn’t, it’s a constant all over the world.”

So many topics, so little inclination. Nevertheless[1] I shall write something, about something. I could bring up the high speed bus chase through Dublin[2] yesterday, which resulted in one fatality and many injuries, and some people asking why the gardaí­ didn’t shoot the driver, but other people are already discussing it.[3] Then there is the […]

I just wish I had a blanket to wrap around him’

The whole country had learned through the heartfelt appeals by Robert’s parents, Mark and Majella, that their son feared the dark and, aware of that, a garda charged with preserving the scene asked Fr O’Donovan to pass on a message to the family if he thought it appropriate.

Fr O’Donovan recalled: “He said, ‘I was one of two gardaí who kept watch with Robert last night . . . I would like the parents to know that Robert wasn’t alone last night – I spoke to him all the time’; and then he concluded, ‘I just wish I had a blanket to wrap around him’.”