Trad,flutes,fiddles, Up for piddles. Back! Alack A drunken singer is Choking the craic!
Irish, Ireland
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
The Luckiest Roulette Wheel on Earth…
Its all chips down as quantitative easing kicks in
A tuppence for your crossroads…
Living the dream or rehashing the same nightmare. Well, I'm all ears.
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.
McNally's Miscellany 