A new documentary tells the story of Patrick Foley, who left Dingle in 1909 and died violently in mysterious circumstances

The sinister reputation of the date has origins in folklore of northern Europe

I suggested my guests look up Raglan Road on a well-known Swedish institution

Mood in Brussels, as detected during two days of press briefings at least, was poised between worried and smug

Kaminski snr bought the restaurant some time after he graduated from Trinity College in the 1950s

You wouldn’t want to mistake squish for huff

Its precious visitor books were rescued decades later from a barrow on Dublin’s quays

Might Paddy Dear be persuaded to throw a few million our way, for the relief of distress in dear old Ireland?

Not all of William Wilde’s exploits are commemorated on a plaque

It’s hard to say for sure what drove Violet Gibson

For the artist or mescaline taker alike, Huxley concluded, ‘draperies are living hieroglyphs’

A stone in Rome’s ‘Protestant Cemetery’ commemorates Rosa Bathurst, who drowned in 1824, aged 16

After finding myself lost in translation, it didn’t help that every available TV was showing Italy v Northern Ireland

City keen to celebrate citizens and even daft causes, but one omission needs correcting

New Yorker had two ‘birthdays’, one of which was to spare his parents’ blushes