Dear Clare, (or, as I call you now, Your Highness),
IT all started with the iPhone 4. At least, most recently it started with the iPhone 4.
SO you all know from last week’s column that I spent some time in Galway.
BY the time you read this, I will be back from Galway, and the events of this weekend will be but a distant (albeit fond) memory.
WELCOME to the final instalment of my driving trilogy.
THERE is something inherently Irish about always expecting the worst. And it was never so clear and apparent as in my bathroom.
EVERYWHERE I go, I’m bombarded with stories of celebrities, so I can only assume the same is true for you.
THAT’S it, I’ve had it with banks.
THERE are certain conversations that change your life.
IT was the end of days. Or, at least, that’s how it felt.