The Diary Review

‘Ireland is a hot desert of sand into which blood is poured. Seven centuries of pouring. It still thirsts for more - & the more disappea...

‘Went to Capitol early and was met by a reporter who told me that my beautiful house at Foxrock had been destroyed by the Republicans. Serva...

Today marks the one hundred and tenth anniversary of the birth of the playwright Bill Naughton, best known for writing Alfie , later turned ...

‘I am always depressed and left with [a] sense of worthlessness at the beautifully applied energy of these people [his German friends], the ...

‘I have just finished my modest airline nosh when Ali plops down beside me. He has short sleeves and his enormous bicep rests near mine with...

‘I am, I believe, thirty-five years old this month, just nine years at the bar, near five years in Parliament, about four years King’s Couns...

‘A vicious feast, wherein I exceeded in meat and drink, for want of circumspection and prudence, a sin against God. . .’ This is from the sp...

The Irishman John Fletcher Moore, a colonial administrator and an early sheep farmer in Western Australia, was born 220 years ago today (the...

‘All these arrangements gave birth to an infinity of petty squabbles, extremely difficult to settle or even understand. However, I am sangui...

‘We believed in our views, then considered so revolutionary, with burning intensity, and were completely intolerant of narrow nationalism or...