Author Jude Collins

The Titanic – let’s have all the facts, shall we?

Dear God.  Have we all lost our senses? I was at the launch of a novel by Downpatrick’s David Park on Friday night. In the course of a witty speech, the author said he’d like to apologise firstly to the people there, then to all future readers and especially to the people of Belfast:  he […]

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The Titanic – let’s have all the facts, shall we?

Dear God.  Have we all lost our senses? I was at the launch of a novel by Downpatrick’s David Park on Friday night. In the course of a witty speech, the author said he’d like to apologise firstly to the people there, then to all future readers and especially to the people of Belfast:  he […]

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David tells DUP what’s what

Do you miss David Trimble? Me neither. I interviewed him once a long time ago. As I waited, he moved around the UUP headquarters in that nervy way he had, softly whistling (no, not ‘The Sash’) some classical piece, perhaps an aria from an opera, but definitely nothing common. The interview? Can’t recall a work […]

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David tells DUP what’s what

Do you miss David Trimble? Me neither. I interviewed him once a long time ago. As I waited, he moved around the UUP headquarters in that nervy way he had, softly whistling (no, not ‘The Sash’) some classical piece, perhaps an aria from an opera, but definitely nothing common. The interview? Can’t recall a work […]

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Enda and Edwin field the questions

There were two men on television yesterday – both politicians – who looked as though all they wanted was to find a dark room where they could lock the door and lie down. The punch-drunk features in both cases were understandable – the two men had been or were being subject to questions that were […]

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Enda and Edwin field the questions

There were two men on television yesterday – both politicians – who looked as though all they wanted was to find a dark room where they could lock the door and lie down. The punch-drunk features in both cases were understandable – the two men had been or were being subject to questions that were […]

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Racial abuse and the Indo’s attitude

Sometimes you just feel ashamed to be Irish. I was browsing through some old copies of the Irish Independent  the other day and I came on a report of a football game ‘way back between Ireland and Kenya. The report is headed “What? A whining darkie?” It goes on to deal with a complaint made […]

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Racial abuse and the Indo’s attitude

Sometimes you just feel ashamed to be Irish. I was browsing through some old copies of the Irish Independent  the other day and I came on a report of a football game ‘way back between Ireland and Kenya. The report is headed “What? A whining darkie?” It goes on to deal with a complaint made […]

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The Mahon Inquiry: the familiar smell of corruption

There can be few sights more fun than to watch a population drenched in moral perspiration. A fair example was on show on RTÉ’s The Frontline  last night. The panel and the audience and Pat Kenny were beating their bosoms and rending their hair, or rather beating the bosoms and rending the hair of the […]

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