THE icy winds that swept over St Mary’s graveyard as murdered garda Adrian Donohoe was laid to rest sent a chill through national life.

LOOK who is suddenly directing British government policy — none other than a bunch of “fruit cakes, loonies, and closet racists”, to use David Cameron’s words.

IT WAS the moment people across Ireland recoiled in horror as they realised the muck they had been fed after it emerged 99% of the Coalition’s programme for government contained horse manure.

MUSCLING in on popular culture is all the political rage in Britain at the moment with even deputy Prime Minister Nick Clegg hosting his own radio phone-in.

WHERE was Cardinal Sean Brady’s conscience when he helped hush-up the crimes of a child rapist?

DESPITE being a bit of a lefty by Labour’s irredeemably bourgeoisie Chardonnay-socialist standards, when Colm Keaveney became party chairman it was always clear he would be less Chairman Mao, more Chairman Row, and so it has proved.

A SHIVER of reality spiked through classrooms as children taught they are all “cherished equally” by the Republic had a lesson in State hypocrisy.

IRELAND could just about live in the bubble of women having no choice — but a woman unable even to choose not to die has turned that smug, little, self-satisfied world upside down.

YOU can have an implausibility of gnus, a deceit of lapwings, and a sneak of weasels, but what would the collective noun for a group of ex-Fine Gael leaders be? Ah, yes — a uselessness.

IT’S official: Labour TDs are depressed — giving them insight into the misery of their voters.