I'm enjoying watching Miriam, perished in pink. Sound off. You'd think she'd have brought a coat.

Forevermore, whenever I see or hear of her Lady Bracknell's voice will echo through my mind.

And that salted caramel. What's wrong with plain caramel?

But Taoiseach,what should we call them?

Orange excressance. Billy Big bollix. Gobshite of all gobshites. I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt but Jesus Christ he's the worst cunt in the longest list of cunts anyone ever compiled.

In Ireland that's called"on the long acre",taking an animal out to graze the verges.

Up the Déise.

I am those things but am older with bad knees so would find hunting over uneven ground difficult and am not prepared to risk pain and injury for anyone however desirable. I can brew dacent tay and cheer from the edges as long as I can sit down.

Also a term of respect. "The President is outside". "Himself is outside". You might have reservations about using it over the next four years.

Maybe she won't have time for the auld racism now.

You'll be grand.

Fell flat on my arse crossing crowded main foyer.(Posh new heels).Scattered files, getting myself up as I was falling down. Helped to my feet by 2 bewigged and gowned senior counsel. Still blush at memory.

"Whatever move I made"