WATERFORD is the only county in Ireland I have never been to.

AS most readers know this writer has never been a fan of the term 'The Troubles' to describe the period many in my generation grew up in and lived through.

ONCE upon a time, not that long ago, in a city called Belfast, a baby boy was born.

I first heard the Spanish word 'enchufe' when I was studying in the country many years ago.

EVERY Saturday my small legs struggled to climb the winding stairs, holding tightly to my Mammy’s half crown that I was to give to the man in the Foresters’ office.

THE lead story in Wednesday's Times ('Britain and EU set for Northern Ireland deal') is fairly typical of what you get at this stage of a negotiation - speculation, kite-flying, holding a finger in the air, running a cat up the flagpole, reporting what sources say or maybe just vox-popping in a Brussels bar at closing time.

SUPPORT for the Good Friday Agreement is remarkably solid, contrary to some dramatic interpretations of the latest LucidTalk poll.

I have to confess, the latest instalment of the Irish Times/ARINS survey has me scratching my head a fair bit.

THE decision by Colum Eastwood to nominate families of Bloody Sunday victims for the Nobel Peace Prize is a good one.

THE British Chancellor of the Exchequer, Jeremy Hunt, in what was advertised last week as a major speech, was to lay out the plans for economic growth of what passes for Sunak’s government.

APPARENTLY northerners and southerners hardly know each other.