Steps

There are, according to Eddie Cochran, three steps to Heaven, which is a comforting thought when you consider the Irish aren't sure how many steps there are to Hell. Ask any Dubliner where you'll find the 40 Steps and there's a chance you'll be given just as many answers. The most likely candidates though will…Read more Steps

Perpetual Motion

In Dublin, a child’s spinning top was found, remnant from antiquity, the detritus of a Viking city buried by another city. In Baghdad, I remember, a Sumerian spinning top discarded through millennia find light and air amid the chaos and turmoil of war and plunder. Ninety years ago a spinning top was a Christmas gift.…Read more Perpetual Motion

Little John’s Shot

The ‘news’ that Robin Hood’s Little John is buried in Hathersage, Derbyshire (http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/little-johns-grave) will come as a surprise to the people of Dublin, Ireland since the same John Little was hanged  for robbery and buried in Arbour Hill, an inner city area on the north side of old Dublin, close to one of the first…Read more Little John’s Shot

Cutthroats and Murderers

Place names can be endlessly fascinating, particular for the insight they give you to where you live and its history. Happily, the district I live in is the oldest part of the city of Dublin, called The Liberties and it's packed full of evocative names like Marrowbone Lane, Winetavern Street and Fishamble Street, to name…Read more Cutthroats and Murderers

Libertie’s, a poem

I live in The Liberties, one of the oldest parts of the city of Dublin, the outer suburb of the medieval walled city where the native Irish lived to trade with and serve the city's Norman rulers. It is an area rich with history and a strong sense of community. The Bells of St Patrick's is…Read more Libertie’s, a poem

Mapping Ireland’s Mysterious Carvings of Old Women Exposing Their Genitals

Sheela-na-gigs can be found all over the country, but it’s only recently that academics have been brave enough to study them. by Cara Giaimo May 01, 2017 Sometime in the 1940s, workers repairing a culvert in Limerick, Ireland, pried a stone out of the ground, flipped it over, and found a surprise waiting for them…Read more Mapping Ireland’s Mysterious Carvings of Old Women Exposing Their Genitals

The Cafe

I've found a cafe, near my home, where I can sit and think. It's on a street of antique shops, a tranquil oasis in a city. There are four tables, some high chairs along the right wall. They sell haberdashery items and stationery. There's even two computer screens and wifi so you can rent some…Read more The Cafe

DUBLIN, me darling

Dublin can be heaven, with coffee at 11 and a stroll in Stephen's Green, no need to hurry, no need to worry, you're a king and the lady's a queen, Grafton St's a wonderland, there's magic in the air, there are diamonds in the lady's eyes and gold dust in her hair and if you…Read more DUBLIN, me darling

Signs of the Time # 16

In the '60s a philosophical political group, The Situationists, argued the subliminal messages designed to foster our consumerist desires, could be used and directed towards usurping that same commercial protocol and the political establishment it fostered and represented. Everything you see around you, every day, informs the reality you live in. What information you chose…Read more Signs of the Time # 16

JOHNNY THE FOX

In 1991, MOJO editor, Mark Ellen invited me to write the first article in a proposed series of articles about bizarre rock and roll deaths. The story would have a 1,000 word limit. The subject of the debut article was to be Phil Lynott, the lead singer of Irish rock group, Thin Lizzy. Little had…Read more JOHNNY THE FOX