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Written by Paul Scannell Arriving from India to Dublin’s Mountjoy Square on a vague promise of lodgings, Kunal Gandhi admitted  his new surr...

  We never met you, but you rocked our world. You taught us so much without ever setting foot in our lives. We worried about you, we built a...

It was a Monday morning and Rachel sat opposite me. We covered the extent of our rather mundane weekends quickly and just as I was about to ...

“Sonic”, that’s what they used to call me at school. Not on account of my speed, non-existent, or my tendency to curl into a ball, that wa...

I sat alone, surrounded by heroes. Stig Bjornebye, Robbie Fowler, Patrik Berger… action photos plastered on my bedroom wall. The light abo...

With everything that happens in the world, you’d be forgiven for thinking we live in an evil race to the bottom. Sickness, death, tragedy...

Her sense of adventure drove her Ford, Focus was not her strong point. It often drove her to Distraction, the packed arcade she hated. Re...