The statue of Patrick Kavanagh on the canal near Baggot Street bridge. “At the risk of worrying dentists, the plaque build-up will edge ahead this weekend, when another of his Dublin addresses is commemorated.” Photograph: Eric Luke

An Irishman’s Diary about Patrick Kavanagh and Flann O’Brien

Zaire, October 30th, 1974: Muhammad Ali lands a left hook knocking out George Foreman during the “Rumble in the Jungle” fight at the Mai 20 Stadium in Kinshasa. Photograph: Ring Magazine/Getty Images
Humbled in the jungle

An Irishman’s Diary about the 40th anniversary of a famous fight between Muhammad Ali and George Foreman

 Donal Troddy from Dublin  taking part in the 35th SSE Airtricity Dublin Marathon on Monday. Photograph: Cyril Byrne

An Irishman’s Diary about marathon supporters

Angela Bailey from Wigan, who is five months pregnant, taking part in the 35th SSE Airtricity Dublin Marathon. Photograph: Cyril Byrne/The Irish Times.

Frank McNally on high winds and even higher spirits among runners in the city

“Whenever office-bound workers drag themselves away from the desk for midday food these days, it’s likely to be eaten on the run. As for the long, boozy lunch – once a staple of the journalistic profession, among others – that’s dead. Even if people do make it to a restaurant, the meal will usually be both abstemious and short.”

An Irishman’s Diary about the meal formerly known as lunch

“Recently I joined a club called GoCar, which rents them out by the hour. It works a bit like nicotine patches. Whenever the urge strikes, I make an online booking and head for the nearest ‘base station’. Then I drive around for 60 minutes or so. That’s usually enough.”  Photograph: Frank McNally
Driving a bargain

An Irishman’s Diary about car-sharing

Dave Brady: faster than a speeding hare. Photograph: Donal Glackin. Courtesy of Irish Runner magazine

An Irishman’s Diary about running with the hares, and hunting with the Heritage Service

“The urge to burn things at Samhain is also an ancient one. Halloween bonfires mimic those lit by the druids to encourage the waning sun to return in spring. So, whether they know it or not, those kids stealing tyres are the inheritors of an ancient pagan ritual marking a turn in the wheel of the year.” Photograph:    Scott Barbour/Getty Images
Rubber bandits

An Irishman’s Diary about Halloween

“It’s a charming little garden – a railed-off refuge from the busy streets around it, with a fountain, a pool, and manicured shrubs. Its Art Deco trimmings wouldn’t be out of place in Paris, or Vienna, or any of the better kept cities of Europe. The downside is that you’ve probably never been in it. Nor had I until recently, although I pass that way often. The problem is the opening hours – 8am to 4pm Monday to Thursday, with a half-day Friday – which are more in keeping with a bank than a public park. It doesn’t open weekends at all, even in summer.”

An Irishman’s Diary about one of Dublin’s lesser-known gardens

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