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.

I NEARLY met Conor Faughnan recently.

HE had one hour’s sleep the night before.

WHEN the late Dr John O’Connell TD contested the first European Parliament elections — against the wishes of his party, Labour — it was the first political campaign I ever experienced.

I AM on one corner of the road, he’s across the way.