Rewrites and Wrongs: Frank McNally on reinterpreting Thin Lizzy for a new generation
I may have been lulled into a false sense of senility by the opening verse
Sinners’ redemption: Frank McNally on vampires, Irish music and the Ku Klux Klan
Ryan Coogler’s film Sinners features trad music and vampirism, and has macabre echoes of a real-life event 100 years ago
Good (and Bad) Vibrations – Frank McNally on Vibe for Philo, immersive James Joyce and 4DX Avatar
Some Lizzy veterans must have worried they’d slipped into the next world
Hibernian Rhapsody: Frank McNally on the rise of a great football anthem, Sunshine on Leith
You might question the wisdom of the ballad’s central metaphor as a guarantor of success in relationships or football
‘Every hip, young thing in south County Dublin seemed to be partying it up at Leopardstown’
Leppers, lepers and the Lep: the racing festival on St Stephen’s Day
Leopardstown races: Faux fur, fake tan and f-f-f-freezing temperatures
The going was yielding, the punters soft-to-heavy after Christmas excess
‘Am I no longer a child? Are so many of the years past? How quickly they have flown!’
Shore had good reason to reflect on her mortality
Frank McNally on 19th century engineering project that linked Tipperary with ‘civilisation’
Fr Edmond Walsh was a late vocation, having previously worked as a carter
‘So long as these people are here, we’ll never starve’: In the queue for Christmas vouchers at Dublin’s Capuchin Day Centre
The volunteers of Dublin’s Capuchin Day Centre handed out free €50 vouchers for Dunnes Stores to more than 3,000 people
A Passage to Innocence – Frank McNally on an anthology of old school routes remembered
Routes described range geographically from Caherdavin to China
Craicing the Case – Frank McNally on the origins of a cultural and linguistic phenomenon
I also lamented that the compunction to do things for the craic was not yet recognised as a defence in Irish courts
Frank McNally on a grand stretch in the evenings, a new Dublin restaurant and ‘Gloomsday’
Strung-out Joyceans will use any excuse for a hit
The woman who enchanted Proust – Frank McNally on the rise and fall of Gladys Marlborough
Gladys, meanwhile, entertained herself and guests with memories of countless former lovers
‘He never said that’: Frank McNally is tired of hearing a phantom WB Yeats quote
It was a week of oral exams as the art of storytelling excelled at parties and awards ceremonies
Fighting Farney – Frank McNally on the battle for his hometown’s ‘western front’
Carrickmacross's lopsided pub distribution seems to be indirect effect of a deeper division