IF I TELL the truth about being a judge for this weekend’s People of the Year Awards, they’ll never invite me again.

HE WAS racing down a corridor as per usual when he noticed that his left heel was clipping the ground. Intermittently.

THE mayor of New York had a specific audience in mind. That audience was made up of Jimmy Buffet’s “tourists covered with oil”: holiday-makers on the beaches.

HE CAME into office on a wave of promise and promises.

YOUR 2-year-old upends his bowl of soggy cornflakes, putting it squarely on top of his head.

SOME people are really organised.

BY THE time you read this, America’s two big political parties may have done a deal on the economy.

THIS is a guess.

DURING last week’s pinking of Dáil Éireann, courtesy of Mary Mitchell O’Connor, one politician after another, one ex-politician after another, told us we shouldn’t be talking about the Miss Piggy episode.

IT’S completely illogical, but I still have the feeling that there’s a president-shaped person hiding in the long grass somewhere, who will emerge in the coming weeks to a chorus of “the very man/woman”.