Sign your book please. Ah g’wan, g’wan, g’wan

I collect signed copies of writer’s books, something that happened casually and has now expanded into a nice if small collection. Some signings are easy to acquire, a few demand some patience, while others just fall into my lap. I wrote about my first efforts here a few years back. I knew Clodagh Finn’s biography of Mary Elmes, A Time to Risk All, was out, and … Continue reading Sign your book please. Ah g’wan, g’wan, g’wan

The killing fields of Cork

My great-granduncle William (John) Mulcahy was shot dead on Kyrls Quay, Cork, on November 8, 1920. He was returning from work around 10pm when he was shot after he, allegedly, refused to stop when asked to do so by British forces, the bullet entering his right shoulder and then his stomach. I remember my grandmother telling me about his death. She was 12 when he died, … Continue reading The killing fields of Cork