At the Irish Football Programme Club fair, people hunt for the rare and the strange
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” says Gareth Jones, standing over his own extensive collection, sprawled out over several tables.
Antonio D’Souza says the group is inclusive, not exclusive – a place for artists who might not otherwise be included in Ireland’s art scene.
“I wanted to pick out a few heads I see braving the icy waters if the Irish Sea on a daily basis.”
If someone in the Ringsend area dies, Eoin Dunne will knock on their door and offer the service of carrying the coffin over the bridge.
Dublin City Councillors want the new children’s hospital to be named after Dr Kathleen Lynn – and more of what they talked about in this month’s meeting at City Hall.
The Joint Policing Committees (JPCs) are supposed to be one link between communities, councillors, and An Gardaí Síochána.
Asako Sasaki has worked at a Michelin-starred restaurant in London, written three cookbooks, and is polishing her English so she can move on to her next project: teaching people in Dublin to cook.
The building it’s in at UCD is due to be fully refurbished, starting later this year. Pádraic Moore fears the museum could lose some of its character and charm, once it is modernised.
For heritage reasons, and also environmental ones, Dublin City Council is working on a plan to improve rather than discard Ballybough House, designed by Herbert Simms, and built in 1938.
There are small green spaces like the Mary’s Abbey garden dotted around the city, some still going, some closed for good. What makes some successful in the long-term?
A documentary maker’s memoir explores his relationship with the aquatic world, with tales of shallow dives and far-flung adventures that break on gentle waves of poetry and images of coast and wildlife.
In medieval Ireland, a daily portion of three bits of bread soaked in five spoonfuls of spiced wine was thought to warm the stomachs and clear the heads of old men.
A typical All Times Now Nothing show incorporates a live recording of a television fed through Clíona Ní Laoi’s webcam, and Alfred Brooks using his sampler to regurgitate particularly apt lines.