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.

JUST as paintings “go into a wall” over time, as their owners become so used to them that they hardly notice them any more, so a once-dominant feature of the Irish coastline has become almost invisible.

IT would have been fine to be seen with Fr Brian D’Arcy a couple of weeks ago, but right now, you’d want to steer clear of him, since the day when he was seen on the back of a lorry — in and of itself so repellently resonant of rural demagoguery — along with the Quinn family.

HE sold his car.

PHISHING, googling and apps.

SHE is bowed in a drowse when you arrive, so you nod and smile at the others before carrying over a chair to sit beside her.