When I say Herself ‘announced’ to me that she would like a raised bed, I really mean ‘instructed’

In an expensive restaurant on Dublin's southside, everyone acts like they deserve to be there

You have to sit there and munch on your insect-laced burger and declare it to be delicious to stroke the ego of a man who barely knows how to switch on a kettle

Most meetings are, at best, a waste of the working day, and at worst, an egregious, soul-sucking waste of life itself

If an Irish person invites you over, you know to wait until they’ve reissued the invitation at least twice

I feel implements are used to scratch around inside

Seán Moncrieff: ‘No thank you’ is her preferred method of refusal and that’s why she is an effective negotiator

I was in Barcelona, near the Sagrada Família: tourist central. Everyone was narky

I left it with the itchy feeling that we should all be doing more about our world

Keep the kids at home, and give them internet access? That’s where the real monsters are

Even though it was our Boring Safe Space, I could see my wife had to stop her eyes from rolling back in her head

If there is a triumph in the razing of Gaza, in the targeted starvation, the mass killing, the fervent cruelty of it all, it is a triumph over language

Seán Moncrieff: Men seem held back by a range of factors, which presumably vary depending on the male in question

I usually pass the time on funfair rides by trying to calculate where I will land when whatever contraption I’m strapped into snaps off

The phrase ‘male space’ can come with all sorts of negative connotations, and for all sorts of justifiable reasons