Gay Byrne was probably  the last Irish broadcaster who could be routinely referred to by the term “himself”

Among its definitions of the pronoun “himself”, the Oxford Dictionary Online notes a usage traditional in these parts and meaning “a third person of s(...)

When hosting re-enactments of the Christmas dinner described in Joyce’s most famous short story, the former owner liked to tell guests they were in “the most important dining room in world literature”. Above, Brendan Kilty, John Sheahan, John Gallagher, Mark Lawler and Oisin Quinn. Photograph: David Sleator/The Irish Times

As someone who was a frequent visitor to No 15 Usher’s Island in the years when Brendan Kilty was heroically trying to keep it alive, I would love to (...)

Joe Biden on the campaign trail in Los Angeles this week. Photograph: Mario Tama/Getty Images

When a mock row broke out this week between Joe Biden and other US Democrats about which of them was most Irish, and one – Maryland congressman John D(...)

The exchange of letters is the starting point of ‘The Hurlers’, a fascinating new book by Paul Rouse about the origins of “the first All-Ireland Championship and the making of modern hurling”

Everybody knows that the GAA was founded in Hayes’s Hotel, Thurles, in 1884. Less well-known, although perhaps just as crucial, is a meeting that happ(...)

The Hibernian Metropolis by Senan Moloney

While he was holed up inside during the snow a few months ago, Senan Molony came up with a cunning plan, born of boredom. Among the more arcane side i(...)

A sizeable section of the internet, myself included, was googling Irish Peat Wine to learn what exactly  it involved

The existence of something called “Irish Peat Wine” had somehow passed me by until I saw it mentioned on Twitter earlier this week.   The tweete(...)

The Irish National Foresters on parade

‘I think that I shall never see/A poem lovely as a tree”, wrote Joyce Kilmer. And he was probably right, since he died only a few years later, in the (...)

Vladimir Nabokov’s map of ‘Ulysses’

Reading Ulysses, as I’ve been doing again lately after a lapse of years, is a bit like running the Dublin City Marathon. The book and race cover much (...)