Only Our Taxis Run Free - Frank McNally on a funny thing that happened on the way to the Goldsmith Festival
Here – give me a tenner back out of that, I tried to insist. But still he refused
Picture this: Frank McNally on the sophistication of French scammers
If this column can’t help him, he fears the quest is a “lost cause”.
Eager achiever: Frank McNally on introducing the beaver to Ireland
They are not only cute and cuddly, they are also good workers
Lives of O’Reilly – Frank McNally on a revelatory history of the north midlands
Book is a meticulously detailed labour of love
Paul Durcan remembered as ‘Ireland’s poet’ at funeral service in Ringsend
Family, friends and locals gather in tribute, pausing at ‘the humpbacked bridge’
Secluded residence – Frank McNally on the challenge of understanding (or even finding) Eileen Gray’s famous French villa
I suppose, as they say, you had to be there. And I haven’t been there yet, only very close
Hachikō the wonder dog - Frank McNally on the devoted pet’s nine-year vigil for his late master
Hidesaburō Ueno’s dog could not forget him and, thanks to the dog, neither could Japan
McGrath hurrah - Frank McNally on the first Kentucky Derby, 150 years ago
‘The same horse always wins the Derby, no matter what name he bears. Always the winner is the ghost of the little red horse, Aristides, who answered his owner’s hat’
Dillon Rediscovered by Kevin Rafter: Daring journalist with a penchant for disguises brought back to life in new account
Irish writer was lauded for his captivating coverage of 1899 Dreyfus retrial
Disunited Irishmen - Frank McNally on the year Shankill Road protestants paid tribute in Bodenstown and were attacked by the IRA
First there were angry words. Then ‘blows were exchanged’
Red into the record – Frank McNally on Peadar O’Donnell’s libel case against the Irish Rosary magazine
The trial had its origins in the ‘Red Scare’ general election of 1932
Irish Blood, Irish Heart: Frank McNally on a Mancunian hibernophile, Sir Norman Moore
He was struck by, among other things, the level of classical learning in 19th century Ireland, even among the poor
Throwing shapes: Frank McNally on the mysteries of the Hiberno-English ‘gimp’
Ever since hearing the term applied to myself a while back, I’ve been wondering what it means too