EVERYBODY on their way to work in our office last Thursday passed an odd combination of a couch and the broken-up elements of a wooden bed on the footpath, neatly stacked against a fence.

A RADIO advertisement earlier this year had Micheál Ó Muircheartaigh, Bryan Dobson, and Matt Cooper talking to each other in hushed tones.

IT DOESN’T reach quite the readership of Time, but The New Yorker magazine matters, too.

IF Mary McAleese wanted to reach teenagers rendered miserable every day by knowing that they’re gay, she picked the wrong programme when she appeared on The Pat Kenny Show to talk about the topic.

THE guys who are currently preparing Mitt Romney for the first big presidential election debate are caught between a rock and two hard places.

GROUCHO Marx once observed: “I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.”

NOT SO long ago, I found a sticky note on my desk asking me to ring back someone with an unfamiliar name,described in a scrawl as a TV producer working on a new series.

THE chances of a cracking Socialist Party ard fheis have just been cut in half.

SOMEONE once said that news is all about shouting out that “Lord Jones is dead” to people who never knew that Lord Jones was alive in the first place.

I HATE to quote the Scottish play, but that line from Macbeth has never been so apposite.