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One of several part-time jobs I held in London was to play the organ for Sunday services in Guy’s Hospital Chapel. The service, conducted by

Left at Grange, through the townland of Cloontyprocklis and down past the De Cúellar Spanish Armada memorial to Streedagh ; sure the car can drive

Imagine your home is 8ft square, accessible only via a wooden pallet covering an open sewer. The warm air inside your home is rank with

As I spend much of my life up in the air, there are two things now which do not so much annoy me, but rather

I stood in the wings, on `Emergency stand-by’, fully costumed and made-up. I gazed open-mouthed as the singer soldiered on, spluttering his way through the

A pitch-black quilted dome embroidered with an infinity of sparkling celestial sequins, and a warm lavender-scented breeze rustled the conifers, as we made our way

Not long ago I was asked to speak to a North Dublin Adult Education Creative Writing Class, on being a journalist. I know, stop smirking,

Ever had one of those days when nothing goes right? I was due to give a performance in Lisbon, and so had a very early

“He’s a lovely painter, but he’s no Picasso!”. I often wondered why the name Picasso was used and not another giant from the world of

On January 25th 1912, Constance Markievicz appeared in the leading role of Catherine Devlin in a new play called “Grangecolman” at the Abbey Theatre, directed