Wednesday was a testing day for people living in the path of Storm Babet — and Cork got a particularly bad lash from it

Sunday and a stroll around the city. In the words of one of my research assistants, the vibe is good. On the stroll last weekend, though, I made a particular note as we wandered off Patrick Street at one stage.

Readers will remember the demonstrations outside Leinster House a couple of weeks ago when one of the great cliches was called into the breach (and not found wanting). Yes, we had unruly scenes.

Design Pop founder Amy McKeogh on the celebration of design and architecture and what we all can take from it

Unbalanced economic development, hostile infrastructure, shrinking school enrolments — the challenges facing hurling on Cork’s northside can seem too much to resist

Here’s a trade secret when it comes to writing columns. Beginning with a definition is tantamount to waving a white flag. A bad sign. It suggests the box of ideas is empty, and the column-ideas shop has a ‘closed’ sign in the window.

Waterloo was a disaster for Cork, not just Napoleon. I’ve heard people say that Cork didn’t recover from Waterloo until Apple located here

When Crowley’s music shop on MacCurtain Street closed ten years ago the gloom was general around the city. Now his daughter Sheena Crowley has resurrected the family shop her late father set up in the old Badly Made Books premises

Those responsible should hang their heads in shame. They won’t, of course, but they have failed utterly in their duty to the people of Cork

The temporary closure of Cork city’s Gate Cinema on North Main St removes another reason to go into town and a lessening of the likelihood of interesting encounters once you get in there

Nothing stirs the city columnist’s blood like an enormous capital project. Large-scale building, procurement, legal issues, planning technicalities, opposition, support, pro and con. You can’t go wrong.

Coffee the other day with a pal at Mahon Point. As we sipped pensively we were passed by punters headed for the cinema.

When Fiona Ryan resigned her seat on Cork City Council in May it took many people by surprise. Ryan was a vocal and visible presence in local politics, and the People Before Profit/Solidarity councillor looked set for a bright career.

A few weeks back there was a bit of a stir when attention was drawn to the loss of a benchmark (which has since been reinstated), a carved wall marking, due to works at the bottom of Patrick’s Hill.

Last week's decision by councillors in City Hall to allow the Freemasons Lodge on Tuckey Street to extend into Bishop Lucey Park behind raised the ire of many due to a number of issues. One issue is particularly irksome

Sunday afternoon. A different perspective on the city for yours truly.

The place was plódaithe from one end to the other with what seemed like half a dozen different touring groups

We need gates to this city — not to keep people out, but as places where we can clearly declare to one and all: 'This is Cork' 

On a recent trip into town, I ducked out of the heat and into Vibes and Scribes second-hand shop, where I happened across Vive Moi!, Seán Ó Faoláin’s autobiography. On offer for the extremely reasonable sum of €5.

"Do you take off in a plane not knowing if there’ll be an airport for it at the other end?"

It isn’t that long ago they were all still playing, but a morning eventually dawns when you wake up and realise it was 30 years ago you were roaring for them, writes Michael Moynihan

The world has turned many times since March 2, 1979, but there was an echo of that distant spring evening earlier this week in Cork City.

In a lot of places in Cork there are traffic measures in place. They just aren’t observed. Or enforced

Reaction to the planning refusal has been almost entirely negative, with many pointing out it is a space drawing hundreds of people to a previously derelict part of the city

Why even bother to open up the Counting House building and plaza to the public last weekend and tease us all and sundry with that fleeting glimpse of what might have been?

Your columnist is not a science man. All that remains from science in secondary school is a random term or two. The Irish for physics (fisic).

There is a particular sheen to these pictures which is difficult to convey in words because it’s all in the image

The environment is a big part of everybody’s sense of a city, and there are interesting candidates for improvement in this sector

Consulting the Cork bridge names immediately informs you of when, broadly speaking, those names were assigned

Many thanks to the folks at Callanan’s Bar on George’s Quay for posting a picture on social media last week. Of a phonebox just down the street. “Does eircom still exist?,” ran the caption underneath the picture.

It's not the first time Cork City councillors have suggested yet another statue for Grand Parade — a decade ago it was for Ronan O'Gara and Peter Stringer, this time it's of the Big Fella

ST PATRICK'S Street: This is great, it’s so long since I got the bus that I’d forgotten the traffic ban on St Patrick’s Street means the buses roll through unimpeded, double-decker gazelles cruising along the tarmac veldt.

It's deeply depressing to Google the term 'Cork Event Centre' because the milestones which pop up leave the reader frowning

I know my beat, don’t worry. I tend not to stray from the mean streets.

Many thanks to the reader who got in touch after last week’s column on Cork’s obstacle-strewn streets.

'On my most recent trip through our fair city I found practically every pavement in Cork chaired within an inch of its life'

I've threatened readers in the past with my story about Joyce Kilmer, the man who wrote the poem Trees, and if there’s one thing I know from reading Elmore Leonard it’s that if you issue a threat you have to follow through with it (preferably with ...

The brouhaha around the edits made to the late Roald Dahl’s books is interesting, in how it has provoked a diverse array of comments from a varied cast of characters

Two mothers, whose sons have both died, have CDs with their sons’ voices on them as 11 or 12-year-olds, which is nice but is also very sad

Michael Moynihan explores The Cut’s new etiquette rules

It can be hard to avoid the sense a golden age has slipped away

Ironically, the person for whom the footpath was originally intended is the forgotten element in the equation

Cork City has changed so much over the centuries, which will be reflected in a new historical atlas from the Royal Irish Academy

The number of middle-aged people renting was a cause for concern, and the current system will not ‘shield' people over 65 from homelessness