Munster 19 Perpignan 10 Here's a thing you won't see every day: Bock speechless. That's right – without speech. Or to be more precise, without voice. I woke up this [...]

It's been a difficult two weeks and there's no point pretending otherwise. Ever since we witnessed Leinster taking Toulouse apart in a finely-controlled explosion of clinical inspiration, Munster people have [...]

I hate the word "workaholic". I think it represents all that is stupid and illiterate in modern society. "Alcoholic" I can understand, but where did "workaholic" come from – "workahol"? [...]

There's been an accident, they said. Your servant's cut in half. He's dead. Is he indeed? And will you please Bring me the half that has my keys.

I'm getting worried about Wrinkly Paddy. He seems to be hitting the sauce very hard at the moment, and he's becoming abusive to anyone straying inside his field of vision [...]

This is a poem by Wilfred Owen, who fought in WWI. Dulce at Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, [...]

Smug self-satisfied moment coming up. My very good friend Dickler delivered the goods in two tranches yesterday and today. One for The Bullet, a schoolboy ticket, and one nerve-frayingly late [...]

It looks like Prodi has both of the houses.

Bock is not big into religion, as you might have gathered. Bock, in fact, never sets foot inside a church, synagogue or temple unless, at the end of the ceremony, [...]

What exactly is a neutral venue? I would have thought that, among other things, a neutral venue is one where the two sets of supporters receive tickets on an equal [...]