Que sera sera
THE WAY THINGS ARE Colette NiReamonn Ioannidou I used to make New Year wishes and resolutions. No more! As Max Ehrmann said in his...
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Christmas and other hatreds
By Richard Dickenson I don’t seem to ever have been much good at hating things. I think the hate gene got left behind somewhere when...
That winter feeling
THE WAY THINGS ARE Colette NiReamonn To my relief, summer is packed away in moth balls. Autumn crept in sweetly, gently as it always does...
XR: life on Earth in crisis
By Richard Dickenson Yet another new organisation inaugurated with the very best possible intentions for the benefit of one and all, the nation, the environment...
Who gives a poo about mushrooms?
THE WAY THINGS ARE Colette NiReamonn Ioannidou ‘Did you know,’ I started, trying to get Dub’s mind off her previous evening’s date, ‘there are probably...
The melting pot
THE WAY THINGS ARE Colette NiReamonn Ioannidou My English friend Joyce told me of a row she’d seen on the London underground when a Brit...
Dogs and Cats
By Richard Dickenson I have been good friends with several dogs. There was Sausage, our first ever, a mixture of Cyprus pye-dog and good luck...
Rambo and the Spartans
THE WAY THINGS ARE Colette NiReamonn Ioannidou I met Andreas on the road, head down talking quietly to himself, that’s how he irons out the...
Faith: it’s not fair
By Richard Dickenson Why should atheists be singled out? In this enlightened century why are atheists an oppressed minority? Our numbers are increasing in much...
Remembering Ann
THE WAY THINGS ARE Colette NiReamonn Ioannidou Two summers ago I flew to Dublin as guest on a TV programme connected to a previously aired...
CAR-acteristics: it’s easy to stereotype
By Richard Dickenson National character sure shows in motorways, cars and driving habits? What could be more Teutonic than a Merc on the Autobahn? Or...
The heat is (still) on
THE WAY THINGS ARE Colette NiReamonn Ioannidou The Irish Times’ columnist in France Lara Marlowe had a house in my hometown, just up the road...
Thorns in the Flesh
By Richard Dickenson Several things have proved puzzling and even irritating these past few weeks. In no particular order they include the way the Brexit...
More water with that?
By Richard Dickenson I live in an area which is on one of the main tourist migration routes of the island. For the most part...
Once more unto the breach
By Richard Dickenson What on earth has happened to Brits? And how? And when? We Brits were not brought up to be like this. What’s...
The silencing of Jadotville
THE WAY THINGS ARE Colette NiReamonn Ioannidou We learn our histories in school at an age when a lot of our past is not of...
Inanimate objects that aren’t
By Richard Dickenson All machines are responsive, willful, and downright user-unfriendly. Remember that Woody Allen idea about machines closing ranks and retaliating against their would-be...
Impressions, assumptions, drunks and queues
THE WAY THINGS ARE Colette NiReamonn Ioannidou In a queue at a Nicosia hospital (pre Gesy) a woman made an enquiry of the person registering...
Freedom of the press
By Richard Dickenson It’s all a matter of priorities, and the vital process of prioritising is a feature that lots of us don’t seem too...
