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”.

LEO Varadkar is extremely witty. To this I can testify, having seen him in action at the Trim Swift Festival at the weekend.

I DON’T know much, but I do know this.

THE redundant “so” is getting to me.

THE prognosis — that he would quickly die of his diagnosed heart disease — was not the worst problem Norman Cousins faced.

IT’S all very well for you, so it is. You can sleep in on a bank holiday.

FOR some of us, the fun just goes on. First, the Queen. Second, Obama.

IT WAS late, for a taking to the church, but still pewter-bright with the promise of rain.

WE MAY claim to be Ireland of the welcomes, but the queen’s visit sticks a shiv right in the middle of that claim.