Johnny Rotten

DEAD DOG IN A SUITCASE (AND OTHER LOVE SONGS) Bailey Allen Hall, NUI Galway ★★★★☆ “Who’d shoot a dog?” somebody wails early in Kneehigh’s splenetic(...)

It’s a bit early for Oscar predictions. I can nonetheless confirm that Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story by Martin Scorsese (that really is the(...)

If you are English and in your 50s or early 60s, two things are likely to be true of you. One is that in 2016 you voted to leave the European Union: 6(...)

On Friday morning, trying to get away from Brexit, I got on an exercise machine to mortify the flesh. Fleeing the radio, I turned my iPod on to shuffl(...)

The nondescript hall, the accented oaths, the rivulets of tears across cheeks of all colours: citizenship ceremonies differ little. You can see this r(...)

Can it really be true, I ask Béatrice Dalle, that you seduced the English actor Rupert Everett? “Bah ouais,” she replies as we chat in a cafe near her(...)

In the Gate Theatre, an institution still reeling from allegations of abuse of power, we now find a man on its stage bullying, demeaning and harassing(...)

‘This was a baptism of fire.” Paul Tipping is remembering his time as the entertainments officer of the students union in Trinity College Dublin in 1(...)

Imagine if some contemporary artist described himself as a Renaissance painter. You’d kick him in the pants and tell him to pull himself together. Rig(...)

British pop music has been celebrated around the world for decades and rightly so.  Rather less attention has been paid to an almost invisible s(...)