THEY came, they smiled, they debated — and we all went home none the wiser. Last night, the nation held its breath, paddled away from Love Island, and tuned into the celebrity death match between Leo and Micheál.
Three Irish brothers who died fighting for the Canadians in World War Two are to be commemorated in a special ceremony in Belgium today and plans are being drawn up to build a monument to them in their birthplace in Co Cork.
With the torrent of news last week from Washington DC and London, it was possible to miss the poignant, almost heartbreaking, cry of a man who, with his carefree youth behind him, looks down the road ahead and spies the encroaching uncertainties of middle age and, it seems, the unending agonies of a troubled world.
Mick McCarthy is considering delaying a decision on the make-up of his final squad for the upcoming Euro 2020 qualifier against Switzerland and the friendly against Bulgaria, amid concerns about the impact of injuries and the amount of game-time some of those in contention are getting with their clubs.
So Meghan, the duchess of Sussex, gave birth to a son, and the British and in some cases, the Irish press, which for weeks has been positively giddy with rumour, was freed from its stifling wait for actual news of a royal baby.