No, I don’t know the names of the Brass Neck 10. I do have a list, of course. Everybody does. How many are on your list? Mine has 13 people on it. One way or the other, I’m tearing it up.

FOR some mothers-to-be, it happens in the morning.

ON THIS page, last week, Ivan Yates briefly and facetiously included my name in a list of women to be considered as nominees for the presidency before deciding — as he would — that to put a third woman in Áras an Uachtaráin would be excessive and it was time the job reverted to the male side of the population.

FRENZIED brainwashed loyalists ready to die for their Emperor, they were manic in their patriotic determination to destroy American shipping.

THE cynicism with which the Pope’s venture onto YouTube was greeted is ill-informed.

NOBODY’S sure just how many people are going to form the crush in the Mall and line the streets of Washington for tomorrow’s inauguration.

THE picture was on the right of the front door of my grandmother’s house in Dublin’s Liberties.

Caroline Kennedy identified Barack Obama as a quantum shift in political potential.

YOU’RE not supposed to like The Sound of Music.

ALL I want for Christmas is a prescription for Viagra. I figure my chances of getting one are small, since Irish doctors tend to be a bit limited when it comes to creative prescribing, and also because nothing’s gone right for me with the Christmas preparations thus far.