A full-blown bibliophile, the deceased was said to have had up to 100,000 volumes

When I got a word in edgeways, finally, I wondered why Dublin’s rapacious seagulls never came near him

Washington Irving was a native New Yorker who had no known connection with Kilkenny

A friend from south Dublin suggested I write something about a church billboard where Foster Avenue meets the Stillorgan dual carriageway

As with tour guides inventing stories, here’s hoping the phenomenon is not on the rise

If you go down to the woods: Frank McNally on a long, dark night of no soul in Stradbally

I began to feel some Swiftian indignation on the part of the innocent Americans who were listening to the tour guide’s claim

Philanthropist Katharine McCormick used her riches to help the cause of women’s rights

Signed first American edition of Tarry Flynn is dedicated to ‘poet and painter’ Brendan Behan

A garda arrived immediately to cordon off a crater in the field, then the Army was called in

I am no wiser as to where the bicycle spent its long, lost weekend

Who knows how ragwort will evolve with the benefit of a few years in university? It might lose the latter part of its name, Jacobaea vulgaris, for a start

This strange incident came about because of another surprising phenomenon little remembered today

Frank McNally on an ancient Connemara pilgrimage, once suppressed by the church but now happily revived

Tom Waits seems to have moved the scene to 20th century America