How quickly streetscapes can change in just so few years, many buildings seen here in this video are now demolished…watch the video below and see how many can name and count?
The O’Malleys headlined the Milk Market gig last night ably supported by John Steel, who showcased songs from his two albums. No doubt about it but after 40 years of playing the O’Malleys have added an extra layer of sophistication with the addition of guitarist Mike Moriarty, his playing on the classic All Right Now […]
A section of the crowd watching the presentation of prizes on the occasion of the annual International Band Competition in Limerick 1980.
Limerick poet John Liddy’s eleventh poetry collection Arias of Consolation is his most ambitious yet, focusing entirely on the familiar Liddy territory of Limerick. The book is published by Revival Press, an imprint of The Limerick Writers’ Centre, under their Community Publishing initiative and will be launched by Professor Eoin Devereux of the University of Limerick on Sept […]
SIMON Spratt is standing in the place where his grandfather lived; in fact, three generations of his family grew up here. It was a rare privilege and a most unusual, even an iconic setting to grow up within these walls – of King John’s Castle. “This is authentic,” said Simon, as he kicked around the […]
Limerick endured three major sieges during the seventeenth century. In each case they were part of vital military campaigns which would determine not just the fate of the city itself but of the entire country. It can also reasonably be argued that they had important implications for British and European history as they involved both […]
I must have been twelve or thirteen when I had my first prohibitive glimpse inside No. 1 Rutland Street. My father had told me to wait in the car as he delivered a case of whiskey and a gift of blinking black & white dogs. He had problems negotiating the heavy door so I held […]
My grandad, plastered all his life, though he never drank alcohol. He plastered walls and ceilings. And a master plasterer he was too. Bill Magner was his name, a tall thin bald man, and to my childhood eyes, always seemed to be stooped, as he rummaged his pipe bowl – which always seemed to be […]