It has been a long-held theory of mine that eventually us men all turn into a cross between Victor Meldrew and Basil Fawlty. Grumpy, set in our ways and reactionary. Unbeknown to ourselves, slowly we become these grumpy old men who desperately want to control a world...

I completed my Leaving Certificate (See Footnote) at Oatlands CBS, Stillorgan, Dublin in 1977, yikes, 1977!! A lifetime ago. At the time I was not very good at, or interested in, most of the subjects, but I loved English, in part due to my teacher Mr. Gorman, who...

I was 13 in 1973 and, like most people at that age, I had just really discovered pop music. I watched Top of The Pops religiously and was treated to a world of glam and glitter. I wasn’t cool enough, or old enough, to understand Pink Floyd or Jimmy Hendrix, I just...