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Demo: Saturday 17th October, Wexford

Hi! I’m coming to Wexford’s grooviest health food store, Only Natural, Saturday 17th October. Come and say hi anytime from 11am. I’ll be signing books or stuffing my face with PMT brownies.

Then it’s demo time in The Spiegeltent at noon!



Saturday, 17th October

The Spiegeltent, Wexford

 12 o’clock



demo the virtuous tart


Tickets can be purchased from Spiegeltent Box Office here.

Or bought in-store, Only Natural, Church Lane, Wexford.

Would love to meet you there!






Book released this week. Win tickets to the launch!

It’s out! The Virtuous Tart – taking the hell out of healthy.

And for this week only, copies in Irish bookstores* are signed personally by me with a kiss for your kitchen.

If you want to win tickets to the book launch in Dublin this week, all you have to do is ‘share’ this post on my Facebook page before 7pm tonight, and you will be automatically entered. Nice one.

(You’ll also be helping me spread the news)

Brendan O’Connor will be introducing the launch night at Counter Culture, and we’ll be necking green limonade, Amazonian love bombs and raw chocolates.

We have 4 tickets to giveaway. Maybe I’ll see you there?


Love and peas,





* I signed nearly 2,000 copies, so grab one this week and send me a telepathic highfive


My Favourite Thing about Ireland

Ah, summer in Ireland. It’s my favourite day of the year. But my second favourite thing about this beautiful country is roving through her towns and villages … and celebrating the place-names. It’s something I do with a mixture of pride and bewilderment, like watching your infant son picking up his first forkful of food before smearing it all over his face.

Wexford is a good place to start. That handsome county has always attracted its fair share of randy holidaymakers. You’ve got Heavenstown, which sounds nice, and it’s just up the road from Fannystown, of course. Except it’s all downhill from there. Literally. Take a left in Horetown and you’ll soon end up in Bastardstown. Woopsiedasies. Is it any wonder tourists find themselves bolting to Effin Limerick?

Ever been to Kinsale? It’s where my older brother threatened to take me when I irritated him. He was saving up for a Nintendo 64 and said he wouldn’t have use for me any longer. Marginally better than Kill, I suppose. Or Nobber.

Yes, Nobber, home to the legendary Muff Crescent. Not the town. The road. I like the town as well. Mind you, I often wonder what life is like up there in Muff. How’s the traffic? And the weather? Is it hot and sweaty, or icy cold this time of year? And tell me, does Muff have a diving club? (As it happens, yes.)

By the way, what sort of gal lives in Hackballscross? I know a lady who’s never been to Cum. (I’m not brave enough to Google Cum, Mayo). And then there’s Kilbrittain. Michael Collins country.

And Cavan, eh? A toddler’s dream address, with Legwee, Fartrim and Fartan. But Meelick is the genius child of Galway, not too far from Willyrogue Island. Beat that, Cavan.

And home, at last, to Dublin, with its wealth of suburban retreats. When I get sick of Stillorgan, I go straight to Curly’s Hole. It’s near the Bull Wall. And why did Dollymount Strand? To get a Fairview of Curly’s Hole. Don’t blame me. Blame history, darling. Embrace it. Or move to Shepherd’s Bush.



(originally featured in the Sunday Independent’s “Favourite Things About Ireland”)