-  Ring-ring ring-ring ring-ringity-ring
-  Hello.  Minister for Finance speaking.
-  Oh, hello there.  My name is Bock, a very minor thief indeed.
-  Yes?
-  Yeah, look, I was thinking, you know, since you’ve just bet the entire country to keep the banks in business …
-  Yes?
- Well, you know how the banks caused all this themselves [...]

I don’t know, Lenny.  I just don’t know.  Back in 1992, your song was an anthem of hope, but that was before eight years of Cheney and his dancing chimp.
From over this side of the Atlantic, it doesn’t look like democracy is coming.   It looks more like a military dictatorship is on the way.

 
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Do you see the last bit?
The bit that says “NIL”?
That means Leinster didn’t manage to score a single point against Munster yesterday, despite having home advantage.
Not one solitary blip to take the bare look off the scoreline.
Not a sausage!
Now, far be it from me to crow, or to gloat or anything like that.  Far indeed [...]

The Hound of Satan got run over and I’m afraid the news isn’t good. 
He survived.
I was changing a wheel on the Bockmobile, so I didn’t see it happening, but I heard the screeching and the howling as he thrashed around in the middle of the road and I saw the appalled driver pulling up [...]

I was chatting to Achilles the other day when a thought occurred to me. 
Achilles, I said, maybe we should try and help these Wall Street New Poor.  Why don’t we come up with a tasty snack for them to start the day with?
Achilles looked at me glumly. You mean, why don’t I come [...]

Cool Hand Luke is gone.  How can that be possible?

I see our old friend Cathal Ó Searcaigh is back in the Himalayas.  These days, however, he’s gone under cover, posing as an Italian tourist.  (An Italian who just happens to have a distinctive Donegal accent).
In this report, an American tourist accidentally bumps into the great poet, and Cathal happily tells him how he enjoys [...]

Right across the famine-stricken region of Wall Street, every day, thousands of investment bankers go without the kind of basic necessities the rest of the Western world takes for granted.  No sushi.  No Gucci.  No Armani.  No Dolce&Gabbana.  No Maserati.
Disease is rife: no-one has escaped the deadly epidemic of Scruples.
This is a humanitarian disaster on [...]