Terry Fagan

There’s a photograph of a woman looking out of her window at a quiet Foley Street below. All around her are boarded up windows. The buildings up and d(...)

A few minutes’ walk across central Dublin from the GPO, shrine to Irish freedom, stands a monument to a very different side of our history – although (...)

There was no Chapel of Love, no Unchained Melody and certainly no Rock the Boat in Ulysses. Neither was there a wedding but it it did not stop the No(...)

J&M Cleary, the old-fashioned red-fronted pub under the railway bridge on Dublin’s Amiens Street, used to be known as the Signal House. That was(...)

What causes an area to decline? And, more importantly for the future, what might cause it to rise again? Just Imagine, the work of final year Inter(...)

‘Don’t fancy that I am disposed to defend my country,” says Isabella Woodward, a key character in George Bernard Shaw’s first novel, Immaturity. “I ha(...)

In 1813, in a room on the ground floor at No 14 Henrietta Street, a maid is polishing the silver of Charles Viscount Dillon, an agent of the British g(...)