Behind Enemy Lines - Frank McNally on a little piece of Cork that is forever Tipperary
Although a first-class cricketer in his prime, he was probably never much of a hurling fan
July Jeopardy - Frank McNally on this month’s ominous reputation
Men were at risk of attacks by rabid dogs and the wantonness of women, according to ancient philosophers
Publican Cause - Frank McNally on the Spanish celebrity of Paddy O’Connell
Soon afterwards, the Dubliner – born close to what is now Croke Park - was captaining Manchester United
Spanish Steps – Frank McNally on a sweaty tour of Alicante and Valencia
The visit turned out to be anything but quick
Culture Clash of the Ash – Frank McNally on watching the hurling in Barcelona
I sought asylum in the nearest Irish pub
Surreal-Life Experience - Frank McNally on Salvador Dali, cosmogonic ecstasy, and the far-right government of Perpignan
Somehow, the doors of perception failed to open for me
My French trip had no shortage of Beckett-style waiting, with Marseille Airport at 2.30am about as lively as Knock
You wouldn’t start from Marseille to get to Spain
Poor Mouth, Rich Reputation – Frank McNally on fellow Flannorak and pioneering publican, Mick Gleeson
He bought the pub for a mere £58,000
A Hill to Die On - Frank McNally on celebrating the summer solstice at Tara
Some had been there since dawn, or earlier
‘He counted himself blessed to be an Irishman’: Henry Mount Charles remembered at Slane
Alex Conyngham said his father ‘truly loved’ Ireland despite initially struggling with Anglo-Irish identity
Manhattan Transfer – Frank McNally on Skin-the-Goat Fitzharris in New York
Although in his late 60s by then, he was back in the job market
Scotch Broth – Frank McNally on Michael Cusack’s frustrated hope for a pan-Celtic sports alliance
In fact, like others in the book, the character was a composite of different people
Voice from the Grave – Frank McNally on a debut poetry collection from Niall Montgomery, 38 years after his death.
A man of many talents he was not only an architect, but a newspaper columnist as well
Frank McNally on the Bloomsday fitness progamme (and why Virginia Woolf will never be as popular as Joyce)
As readers of Ulysses will know, Bloom had a bit of a belly
Bloomsday: Aficionados enjoy a Full Joyce for breakfast then devour extra helpings of Ulysses
But Dorset Street is still too busy being itself to celebrate being immortalised in fiction