DESPERATE distraction, all this Fianna Fáil leadership stuff, isn’t it?

DON’T know if I can stand the pressure.

THE snowploughs were still out, but in single file, not battalions.

I WOULDN’T describe it as a panic attack, but it was one, really.

I ONCE had a boss who didn’t believe in departing staff working out their notice.

I HAVE always thought Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer needs someone to plant a corrective foot in his furry nether parts.

THE fact that Ray Foley is a Twitter quitter just might start a trend.

AND then came the snow. Saturday night was still and windless. It was then the snow came, dry and persistent, layer on layer, covering and outlining and transforming everything in crisp perfect whiteness.

STICK with me for just a few short paragraphs.

THE statues go first.