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Why Cucumber Gives Me The Radge

I bloody hate cucumber.

Curiously, it is not the taste of cucumber that repulses me. Nor is it the smell. Jo Malone’s Earl Grey and Cucumber cologne is really quite lovely, and there’s little more refreshing than a nice cucumber-scented face cleanser or shower gel. 282 more words


The King is dead, long live ... Ian Keatley?

The new season approacheth.  The season tickets have arrived.  Anticipation builds.  We’re back in the hotseat.  Rather than write dullsville ‘season previews’ for each Irish province, we’re going to focus on a couple of themes that will be woth following over the season.  1,009 more words

Formation of RadGe Writing Group in Vancouver

I had the good fortune to be invited to join a new working/writing/researching/archiving group who assembled in Vancouver on the UBC Campus for an inaugural workshop over the March 1st weekend and then presented some initial ideas at the AAG in Los Angels.  73 more words


Kidney Axes ROG

Roy Keane used to say that he always knew that when the end came, it wouldn’t be pretty.  And so it was as Declan Kidney swung the axe and almost certainly ended the test career of Ireland’s most capped player; the divisive, cantankerous, chippy, bullishly self-confident but unquestionably brilliant Ronan O’Gara. 823 more words


Caution Swinging In Wind At Carton House

In a move which is going to rock the nation, Declan Kidney has selected Paddy Jackson at 10 ahead of one-time stalwart Ronan O’Gara. The team line-up also features a debut for Ulster’s Luke Marshall, a wing slot for Keith Earls, and a surprising, but not illogical, return to the side for Tom Court, who leapfrogs Munster’s David Kilcoyne. 1,301 more words


Ten Questions

Despite what our learned friends in the print media might say, Ireland have a selection issue at out-half. Jonathan Sexton is unquestioned (except by our unlearned friends in the print media) number one, but is a major doubt for the Scotland game.  1,831 more words


Dereliction of Duty

If last weekend was the party, this was the comedown.  Three rubbish games: Ireland lost in a match whose quality was dictated by the conditions, France reneged on their great tradition amid one of the most abhorrent international performances in memory, and Italy just couldn’t dredge up the energy to back up their opening-week victory.  1,194 more words