As a woman named Breda, one of the many diminutives of Brigid, I feel protective of my patron. I have no problem with people who prefer to venerate the goddess Brigid, but I do wish they would also give due respect to Brigid the saint. The narrative that St Brigid is merely a Christianised, inferior…

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Do they know it’s Christmas?

Do They Know It’s Christmas has a fond place in my heart. I was a new graduate in 1984, and Bob Geldof’s righteous anger was intoxicating. Buying the single and watching Geldof brute force it into the charts felt inspiring. Band Aid, and its charity single, was, of course, followed by Live Aid in July…

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Grief is a bodily experience

Recently, I read a book, The Grieving Body. It mingles author Mary Frances O’Connor’s own experiences of death, particularly of her parents, with extensive research on the effect of grief on the human body. She also references other types of grief, including her own diagnosis of multiple sclerosis and the loss of her first spouse…

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A shameless snob who had a pope as a fan

Patricia Routledge died recently. The much-loved British actor was best known for her portrayal of shameless snob, Hyacinth Bucket, although the character insisted that her surname was pronounced Bouquet. The comedy in the series, Keeping Up Appearances, was based on skewering her pretensions. Mrs Bucket had many catchphrases, including answering the phone (which she insisted…

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