THE Round Robin season is upon us.

YEARS ago, I did a creative writing course at the local university.

AFTER an extended gap year from dating, I draw my self-imposed man ban to a close, ending my sabbatical by bringing the new chap home to meet the kids.

THE death of Savita Halappanavar, the dentist who died after a prolonged miscarriage at a hospital in Galway, is under investigation.

WHEN Katarina smashed up New Orleans, we looked on in horror the way you would a foreign disaster movie — appalling, but not really something you could relate to.

IT’S not even Hallowe’en and there are a pile of Christmas cards on my desk.

THE gates to my house are in sorry disrepair.

WHEN that 15-year-old student and her 30-year-old teacher were on the run in France last week, it was as if the media were trying to recreate a missing child story of Madeleine McCann proportions.

I WOULD really like to make use of this column space to express my horror at the international violence caused by some stupid film made by an unknown muppet in California.

UNO dos tres – ready?