Eoghan McNeill

Last night I got the venue for Clare Daly in conversation with Bernadette McAliskey wrong and ended up in St Dominic’s Grammar School on the Falls Road.

It was for this.

We used to call them counterrevolutionaries. Some would’ve called them petty bourgeois. Now we call them centrist dads.

When I lived in Beijing for a year I came across some taxi drivers who tried to scam westerners. They had a simple trick.

Maybe an old world is dying, like Antonio Gramsci told us, like Ursula von der Leyen is telling us, like those for whom Ireland’s neutrality is an anachronism unfit to withstand the threat of a barbarous non-west are telling us.