Blow-Ins

Find out how we came to own the only known copy of The Beach Comber (1905) by Irish artist Jack B. Yeats.Rejected title: Repressed 30-something Glaswegian man discovers art.

Join us as we venture out on another hero's journey, but make sure to bring a pen and paper this time.

Romantic Ireland might be dead and gone, but there's always a bit of butter in the bog.Rejected title: I hear you're a racist now, Ireland?

What happens if you cut your nails on a Sunday? Bad things, according to Irish folklore. Trim with caution.

There’s poetry in a pint of plain.We test that theory with two of our own, and unveil a new podcast pitch:Too generic for locals. Too specific for foreigners.

A routine appointment opens the door to freckles, feminism, and the fierce magic inside Irish women.

We discuss the knackered state of Irish housing with the help of rebel songs and Teletubbies.

We talk about James Joyce's The Dead, but don’t worry... it’s mostly about being alive.