And all around wildlife abounds and leaps and creeps and crawls And prowls and scowls and growls and howls, and fights and bites and bawls....
Irish, Ireland
Music in Drumshanbo
Trad,flutes,fiddles, Up for piddles. Back! Alack A drunken singer is Choking the craic!
Cold Corcaghan
Wasting your time growing Kale in there sonny...
The Burger Mans Daughter
Here I take the form of Austin Clarkes famed poem and give it a dollop of heavily processed tomato ketchup. I've also gone heavy with the onion.
Dublin Rd: July Evening
My reworking of the form of Patrick Kavanaghs great poem, Inniskeen Road: July Evening
Column: Let’s stop the blame game about learning Irish
Recognising Ireland’s place in an international context allows us to explore the real reasons for our widespread weakness in learning Irish, as well as foreign languages, writes Dermot McNally.
Column: Pinning hopes on a new political party is pointless
Fresh thinking would be welcome on the political scene – but the reality is it wouldn’t change our situation, writes Dermot McNally
Column: We believe economic growth can save us… but can it?
Our blind faith in growing the economy may be ignoring some important facts, writes Dermot McNally.
Mick Gunne, Private Eye – The Radio Play
Mick Gunne, Private Eye. Radio drama written and produced in 2008.
Ode to the Big Yellow Thing
An verse composed to mark the quiet removal of a yellow modern art installation from Monaghan Garda Station to make way for parking. Ode to the Big Yellow ThingI’ll rhyme this cause I can’t sing,It’s an Ode to the Big Yellow Thing.It was all yellow and bright, but the design wasn’t half rightSo the bulldozer … Continue reading Ode to the Big Yellow Thing
McNally's Miscellany 