MY next-door neighbour has Pomeranians.

YESTERDAY, the British Government let it be known that they were thinking again about a funding cut they made a while back.

WE should be totally stressed out at work because we’ve just moved.

I WOULDN’T want to put the Pope and Pierce Brosnan in the same boat, but whenever I hear the radio ad for that Sky bundle thing, it rings a papal bell for me.

COME the dawn, he is there, hoodied, booted, his hands in the deep pit of the frontal pockets of the sweater, stamping the hard sand to keep the circulation going in his feet.

It’s like a mad extension of that “mistakes” and “bad choices” scenario.

GIVE you the shirt off her back, she would, no bother.

YOU don’t often get to see the naked rear views of foreign visitors to Ireland in a PowerPoint slide during a presentation organised by a state-sponsored body.

ONCE you get into the toilet paper issue, you’re verbally unsafe.

It’s the dog that didn’t bark in the night that’s most interesting.