Life
1962- ; b. Sligo, dg. of Padraig and Sheila Lunn, car salesman and art teacher; moved to Galway in 1963; ed. the Mercy Convent nuns and TCD; grad. English and History of Art; joined DCU Players; grad. MA; acted with the Abbey, the Gate, Rough Magic and Druid; played in Nothing to It? (RTE) with Gerry Stembridge, a job-seekers show which morphed into a sitcom; played the female parts in Scrap Saturday, the creation of Dermot Morgan and Stembridge; afterwards played Mrs. Doyle to immense success in Father Ted and Frank Gallaher’s love-interest Libby Croker in Shameless (2004-11); also in Angela’s Ashes (1999) and The Sacred Scripture, the 2008 novel by Sebastian Barry (dir. Peter Sheridan).
she has also appeared in Far and Away, When Brendan Met Trudy, An Everlasting Piece,Heidi, and Gypo (Oct. 2007); her novels incl. The Woman on the Bus; Right on Time; Better than a Rest; Something for the Weekend; Summer in the City; Bright Lights and Promises; Missing You Already; contrib. chapter to Yeats is Dead! An Novel by Fifteen Writers (Capt 2001), ed. O’Connor; member of the board of Rough Magic and patron of Inisfree Housing Assoc., London, for disadvantaged Irish of the diaspora; lives in Kilkenny with Richard Cook, director of The Cat Laughs comedy festival; her acting agent is Lisa Richards
Pauline McLynn has a website with a biography, books and film news and chatty occasional blog [10 Jan. to 10 June 2013].
http://paulinemclynn.com/
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Notes
Sad loss: Pauline McLynn [nee Lunn] made the death of her mother
known on Twitter ([Tuesday] 25 Oct. 2022) with the words, “So, the Mammy left us this evening - RIP Sheila, you little legend. She went out the gap.” (See Sarah Slater, report on Breaking News.ie - online.) The death occurred on Monday 24 Oct.
God squads - Pauline McLynn blog of 1 May 2013: "some god or other seems to want me at the moment – and as long as it’s not in the forevermore, great hereafter way i guess that’s fine. i am a VERY lapsed type, though i do like a nice church or temple to spend a bit of contemplation time in – then again a good library can do the trick there too if generally a tiny bit lacking in iconography. i have had the parish ‘outreach’ committee call to the door wondering if i’d like to write a letter to the padre to tell him all about myself and where i live. and then, exiting the Tube in central London the Mormons were calling to me from the advertising walls by the escalators ... although i sort of figured they were using the opportunity to piggy back on the fact that there’s a musical about them on in the West End? anyhow, for the moment, i am doing my worshipping at a universal and spiritual level through weeding my garden and talking to myself as i do – manifold pluses here, as the garden is getting a good old shave and tidy-up and i seem to know a lot of the correct answers to the questions i pose myself (or do i mean i know what i’d like to hear and i am the one surefire port of call for those answers)- whatever the reasons, it’s working ...
Oh, and the cats are helping – brenda attacked my head at every opportunity from the top of a pergolas yesterday and alice left a hairball and some vom for me to step in. they have also generously fertilized the garden with shite ... niiiiice…
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