Mik Pyro and Republic of Loose will go down in history as Irish musical legends
Twenty years after witnessing the band’s now legendary set on the main stage at Oxegen in the pouring rain, I made it my business to go to Electric Picnic to see Pyro play once more
With news of Mark Zuckerberg’s Irish purchase, I became concerned I had ‘castle blindness’
Could the Norman knight who built Drimnagh Castle in 1240 have imagined it would one day sit near an Aldi?
Emer McLysaght: Does the sound of people chewing fill you with rage?
Misophonia, meaning ‘hatred of sound’, causes those affected to have strong emotional responses to specific noises
The joy of mildly scolding someone’s incorrect use of the overhead bin
Emer Of The Past makes decisions that fill Emer Of The Present with anxiety, but having a packed schedule before this UK wedding was delightful
Emer McLysaght: I realised with horror it wasn’t seaweed, but the undercarriage of a jellyfish
Encounter with diaphanous, ghostly presence was a real pain
When I first laid eyes on pockets of South Co Dublin my blissful ignorance was shattered
If Shrewsbury Road residents have a neighbourhood WhatsApp, what do they text about?
I feel sorry for anyone who’s skipping The Odyssey because of ‘wokeness’
Complaints about Christopher Nolan’s commitment to ‘historical accuracy’ are deeply entertaining
Why is it ‘okay’ to wear a swimsuit at the beach, but a crime to expose my arms?
The fluctuating weight of my late teens and 20s meant I was at war with various parts of my body at any one time
I get exhausted even watching the Love Island girls getting ready every day
I want neither wedges nor wedgies when I’m lying by the pool
My cat needs an MRI and it’s going to cost me €2,000
She developed a runny nose about six weeks ago and I fervently hoped it would resolve itself
Could the weather witch purchased on Etsy be the new Child of Prague?
My pal Sarah said she’d read dozens of reviews before choosing her witch, and had a good feeling about this one
I try to mitigate my guilt for no longer saying thanks to bus drivers
I’m grateful for the few people who still manage to pull off a thanks with panache despite exiting via the central doors
Our hotel for Harry Styles had one flaw: the shower was in the middle of the room
I couldn’t help but think of co-workers who might be caught up in a similar situation. A HR bomb primed to go off
Call me, CMAT. Let’s write a song about my public transport plight
The star’s sold-out gig at St Anne's Park was overwhelming. The journey home not so much
I’ve remained lifelong friends with my Complete Aisling co-author. Here’s our secret
As women who write together our priorities lie in the work and maintaining our friendship above all else. Here’s how we have done it