WE lost custody of the garden a couple of years back.

NOT feeling great this Monday morning, are you? Bit of a sore throat and a runny nose?

YOU’VE seen the posters.

What he was at was intelligence-testing on the hoof. If a newcomer, faced with the yokel performance, decided this minister was a gobshite, then the minister had the measure of the newcomer.

IT wouldn’t be possible, these days, and it shouldn’t have been possible even back then.

During the world wars, some of the British towers were turned into observation and gun posts.

BETTER gigs may come along, this year.

EVEN if you didn’t do everything you planned, this Easter, you probably had a better holiday break than did Joe Duffy, who was minding his own business last week when a car reversed into him with enough enthusiasm to break his leg in two places.

Probably the best change of all is the rediscovery of shame.

He’s an accountant. He’s a Corkman. He’s opinionated. He’s an old friend. So when he heard me, on RTÉ’s Drivetime, suggesting that Brian Lenihan should levy enormous taxes on the very rich, it bothered him.