In a voice that sounds like old china looks, the government minister blathers about Brexit on the radio; if I wasn’t driving I’d take advantage of...
Over the bridge I go. The meadowsweet and cow parsley at the side of the road stay the same, yet the lines on the road turn...
The horse’s name was Minesadouble. I mean, come on. I had to, right? After all, I’m a whiskey drinker. In 1980’s London I was a whisky...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley Emerging from the darkness of Jury’s car-park, my face is misted with moist Atlantic air. Under grey skies I walk the...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley Friendly young Mr. Musculoskeletal Triage is talking me through me the X-Ray of my knee on his computer. He highlights and...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley My friend, a previous editor of this newspaper, has done a runner. Up on stage in a packed arena, I’ve given...
Double Vision with Charlie Adley Summertime in Galway City slips up a gear or three next week with the arrival of the 31st Galway Film Fleadh....
Double Vision with Charlie Adley Charisma carries no moral code. It cares for neither colour, race, ideology nor creed. Only charisma can link Muhammad Ali, Adolf...
