A potted history of the Express

[dropcap style= boxed]A[/dropcap]lthough UCC has an assorted history of student publications, the UCC Express traces its origins back only 17 years. That corresponds to the first ever issue of the University Examiner on the 9th of October 1997, a publication which was founded by Fionnán Sheahan. Sheahan had been the penultimate Editor of the Gazette,…

Making your voice heard | Annie Hoey

What happens when we don’t speak up? Do you think a person has the right to complain after the fact if they did not take an action at the time that could have changed the outcome? This is a question that I and my friends have been pondering over for the past week.      With…

Do it Tomorrow | Úna Farrell

   “The thing all writers do best is find ways to avoid writing.” ― Alan Dean Foster   Procrastination: the putting off of things which should be done today until tomorrow. The problem with this is that tomorrow will be today tomorrow and so the vicious cycle begins. There will always, and I mean always, be…

Read All The Books! | Úna Farrell

I write this with that niggling voice in the back of my mind which screams about college work. It keeps reminding me that I have an essay due and two exams to study for. This voice is easily silenced with alcohol, food, tv, the internet. It’s easy to ignore really is what I’m getting at….

Suffragette City | Audrey Ellard Walsh

It is a week for activism it seems with a national campaign of protests and demonstrations kicking off in Cork. The USI “Fed Up? Stand Up!” Campaign is covered in part, by Stephen Barry in this issue and yesterday’s protest is reviewed online at www.uccexpress.net. It seems that these are times for action on a…

The cost of “sexy” | Annie Hoey

Well well, here we are again. Another week, another paper. And what has happened since the last time we spoke? Well there was Halloween of course. All them tiny tiny outfits with those tiny tiny women squished into them. Those sexy sexy cats/mice/bunnies/pirates/wenches/witches/ladybugs/bumble bees. So much flesh. When I expressed my disquiet at all this…