Frank McNally

Frank McNally

Frank McNally is an Irish Times journalist and chief writer of An Irish Diary.

Frank McNally on 19th century engineering project that linked Tipperary with ‘civilisation’

Fr Edmond Walsh was a late vocation, having previously worked as a carter

‘So long as these people are here, we’ll never starve’: In the queue for Christmas vouchers at Dublin’s Capuchin Day Centre

The volunteers of Dublin’s Capuchin Day Centre handed out free €50 vouchers for Dunnes Stores to more than 3,000 people

A Passage to Innocence – Frank McNally on an anthology of old school routes remembered

Routes described range geographically from Caherdavin to China

Craicing the Case – Frank McNally on the origins of a cultural and linguistic phenomenon

I also lamented that the compunction to do things for the craic was not yet recognised as a defence in Irish courts

Frank McNally on a grand stretch in the evenings, a new Dublin restaurant and ‘Gloomsday’

Strung-out Joyceans will use any excuse for a hit

The woman who enchanted Proust – Frank McNally on the rise and fall of Gladys Marlborough

Gladys, meanwhile, entertained herself and guests with memories of countless former lovers

‘He never said that’: Frank McNally is tired of hearing a phantom WB Yeats quote

It was a week of oral exams as the art of storytelling excelled at parties and awards ceremonies

Fighting Farney – Frank McNally on the battle for his hometown’s ‘western front’

Carrickmacross's lopsided pub distribution seems to be indirect effect of a deeper division

Monumental misstep: Frank McNally on the ‘tragedy’ of a great Irish sculptor, John Hughes

What should have been the peak of the sculptor’s career was doomed to coincide with what the Chinese call interesting times

Frank McNally: Investigating the mystery of the black stork’s Irish roots

This beautiful and shy bird is a rare visitor now, but that may not always have been the case

Bognor Bodies – Frank McNally on the Irish literary connections of an English seaside town

Its English origins stem from a holiday James Joyce and his family spent there in the summer of 1923

‘The cadet was now descending rapidly towards Cavan without any training in the use of a parachute’

The lesson for the day in question was how to deal with an aircraft when it stalled and went into a spin

Bitter Harvest – Frank McNally on the darker side of farming in Flanders and the Somme

Body parts are still being found, exhumed, and if possible identified

Fields of Gold – Frank McNally on the rise and fall of a colourful Monaghan family

Theirs was an old English surname, derived from proximity to cornfields or work as a harvester

A stranger in a pub in Spain hugged me like we were old friends after Parrott’s heroics

In the ensuing mayhem, a man I’d never met before hugged me like we were old friends

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