Róisín Ingle

I walk out of that door and my mind turns from the existential to the everyday

Some people might say that, if you’re at a party, sit-down mingling is by its sedentary nature not mingling at all. It does have a downside

I decided I would channel my late uncle, who ‘could eat an apple through a letterbox’ and wore flip-flops all year round

It turns out I have a pretty decent lob. For balance, I should mention that at one point I also accidentally whacked myself on the forehead with a racquet

I’m pretty hopeful this love will be everlasting. Let’s hope it lasts longer than the rings, anyway

Last year, after receiving a serious medical diagnosis the shock propelled me to make a few permanent, self-improving lifestyle changes

No dud moments and no time for toilet breaks as 50,000 fans - including Róisín Ingle - scream and whoop through the hits

We asked a range of people – including refuseniks – to tell us about the moments that make their season bright

A friend of mine stands by his thesis: A Fairytale of New York is not a Christmas song

It’s a nailbiting time for readers. Five Irish authors have won the Booker since it began in 1969

Parish halls around the country are places where harmony of all kinds can be found

The last time we went out for a Sunday roast a few years ago the Yorkshire puddings were a terrible disappointment

It was a text message purporting to be from Revolut that got me in the end

Musician Pádraig Dwyer and I are singing murder ballads at the Dracula After Dark event in this year’s Big Scream festival in Dublin’s North East Inner City

You find it wherever you can when man’s inhumanity is dominating a relentlessly dark news cycle

Róisín Ingle: There are things you can’t write in a review of a U2 concert for The Irish Times, like how you cried uncontrollably for much of the gig

The Saltee Sauna is a wood-fired hot box with a view in Kilmore Quay, Co Wexford

I had a long to-do list to get through that day and not one item on that list mentioned pints in a roadside beer garden with a bunch of strangers

The author of White Teeth calls them 'the youngs' which is a much less judgmental term than 'the youth of today' or even 'kids these days'

When The Lethargy strikes I batten down the hatches. I don’t answer the phone or take any notice of the knocks on the door