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From top: Front page of today’s Irish Examiner; Cynthia Owen and Paul McGrath

In January, Cynthia Owen used Facebook to name people she said were among a paedophile ring operating in Dalkey, Co. Dublin – who abused her – in the 1970s.

One of those named was former Garda, founder of the Garda Representative Association and co-founder of Dalkey United football club, Frank Mullen.

Cynthia gave birth to a baby girl, Noleen, in 1973 when she was just 11 years old. It is unknown who fathered the child.

In 2007, an inquest jury found Cynthia was the mother of Noleen who was stabbed with a knitting needle over 40 times just after the birth. Noleen’s body was left in a lane way in Dun Laoghaire.

Cynthia told the inquest that her daughter had been conceived following rape by a number of men and that she had been murdered by Cynthia’s mother Josie Murphy shortly after birth.

Following the inquest, the then Justice Minister Michael McDowell appointed Patrick Gageby SC to review the Garda investigation into the death of Noleen. Mr Gageby found there was no reason for any more action to be taken on the matter.

Further to this, today’s Irish Examiner has published an article by Michael Clifford in which Mr Mullen says all of the allegations against him are false. The article can be read in full here.

Cynthia Owen writes:

I note the article in today’s Irish Examiner which is essentially an interview with Frank Mullen, who has identified himself as somebody who has been a suspect in this case and whose name the Gardaí have not cleared.

It is not for me to address every point Mr Mullen makes in his interview but, by his own admission, he has not been cleared of his involvement in the abuse I suffered and the murder of my daughter as a result of that abuse.

The HSE found me to be very credible, likewise the psychologist hired by the Gardaí to assess my mental health.

And also a jury of six men and six women in the inquest that identified Noleen Murphy as my daughter, who was born to me when I was 11 years old and murdered by my mother to protect the men who were abusing me and who could be her father.

I stand by every allegation I have made regarding the abuse I suffered as a child. My murdered baby girl still lies in a mass grave in Glasnevin, despite my efforts to have her returned to me for a dignified burial, her murder remains unsolved.

I have been calling for a sworn public inquiry and now repeat that call as otherwise the truth will not come out.

Michael Clifford: Frank Mullen: ‘I couldn’t leave a legacy like that behind me’ (Irish Examiner)

Previously: A Dalkey Archive

Why Didn’t They Exhume?


From The Examiner interview::

‘Last year, Mr Mullen’s long tenure with Dalkey United came to an end. He had been one of the founder members of the club more than 50 years ago. Among the players he mentored and remained friends with was Irish football legend Paul McGrath.’

Paul McGrath has since tweeted:

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Brian O’Nolan/Flann O’Brien/Myles na gCopaleen

Flann O’Brien is dead fifty years ago today.

Where’s his blummin’ monument?

Ireland loves, or pretends to love, its literary heroes, so much so that we put quotations from Ulysses on little brass plaques and nail them to the pavements for tourists and Dubliners alike to tread on, give to a gunboat the name of that most peace-loving Irishman, Samuel Beckett, while Oscar Wilde is represented by a hideous statue indecently asprawl on a rock behind railings opposite his birthplace.

What the reaction would be of Flann O’Brien, Myles na Gopaleen, Cruiskeen Lawn (Irish for “the full glass”) or Brian O’Nolan – his real name, more or less – to the gushing lip-service we pay these days to our dead writers (he died 50 years ago on 1 April) can be easily guessed: a sardonic shrug, and a turning back to the bar to order another ball of malt.

Writer John Banville

My Hero By John Banville (Guardian)

Pic via Peter Reid



Extract from The Third Policeman


The same small island that gave the world Sean Kelly, Stephen Roche and the Dunlop pneumatic tyre*, also gave us Flann O’Brien, the Patron Saint of Bicycles

Flann O’Brien and a wheel revolution (MelHealy)



A Dalkey archive.

Stephen Devine writes:

A picture I created by merging a photo of Sorrento Terrace [Dalkey, county Dublin] from 1910 and one from yesterday.


This morning.

Bulloch Harbour, Dalkey, Co Dublin

Conor writes:

Two of the camper-vans are permanently parked there because of parking restrictions or issues with their neighbours. One has been lived in for the past few weeks (not travellers) and the other was an overnight…Any suggestions that won’t affect parking for the rest of us…



Squatting rights and fake gold?

To Dalkey then…

Sibling of Daedalus writes:

“We all know about the Great Dalkey Land-Grab of 2008. But did your readers know that the practice of squatting and gold-digging in Dalkey has been going on for over a century?
Back in the day the Commons of Dalkey was common grazing land which spread over Dalkey Hill nearly to Bray. When stone quarrying started on Dalkey Hill (“the Long Rock”) in 1817 the workers from the quarries built makeshift places of residence on the commons.
Largely unnoticed at first, the Dalkey miners came to public prominence in 1834 when the daughter of one of them, Miss Etty Scott (a fine-looking girl by all accounts) made claim that a horde of Viking gold was buried under the hill.
Miss Scott’s assertion resulted in the establishment of a Dalkey Goldmining Society and much digging, which ended ignominiously with the only thing discovered in the hill a bag of angry cats left there by prankster Trinity College medical students*
There was a happy ending for the Dalkey miners however; a case around the same time involving squatters on Ballymore Eustace held that they were entitled to ownership of the land occupied by them for the past twenty or so years, and they sold their plots (on which most of the big houses of Dalkey were subsequently built) to building speculators for substantial sums of money.
Sadly, the fair Etty (described by ballad singers of the day as ‘Dalkey’s beautiful dreamer’) failed to benefit from the sale of her father’s plot, having died of consumption, or possibly chagrin not long after the failure of her abortive gold mining enterprise…”

The Dalkey Gold Dreamer (Enterprising irishman)

*the cats were covered in phosphorescent to make them glow in the dark.

Pic via homethoughtsfromabroad



Grand day to take off in Fimnegans in Dakkey and all that.


Anger over ‘vigil for life’ leaflets given to pupils in Dublin primary school (Patsy McGarry, Irish Times)

Previously: Mind The Step