Fair dues to the Polish ambassador for coming out fighting over Magda, with his facts and figures in a row.

The three-year old wasn’t so much draped over his mother’s shoulder as collapsed over it, head heavy against her neck, one arm caught in the hood of her anorak, the other hanging loosely.

I HAVE a crow to pluck with the Taoiseach.

ST FRANCIS was just addressing a sparrow as Sister Bird up there on the big screen when a man sat down beside me in the cinema and squeezed my 13-year-old knee. (The other knee was the same age, but he chose to fondle only the one on the right.)

DON’T mention RTÉ’s 50th anniversary to Terry Wogan.

To look at them, side by side, you wouldn’t think they were the same species.

IF I had any influence with the powers that be in RTÉ, I’d get them to re-institute what was once a wonderfully reliable element of pre-Christmas radio broadcasting: something that used to happen on Christmas Eve, EVERY Christmas Eve, around mid-morning or lunchtime, if I remember rightly.

I COULD count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I’ve slept in a bedroom with another woman.

I can’t address last night’s State of the Nation address by the Taoiseach, because it was broadcast too late for this column.

AS WE go to press, the state troopers and the cops are moving, in Los Angeles, to take out the Occupy LA folks. “Take them out” doesn’t mean shoot them.