Many moons ago the Tooth Fairy left a tiny little rolled-up scroll along with a pound coin for my daughter. It was tied with a gold thread and I believe she’s still got it somewhere.

The reality of George on the outside as opposed to the romantic notion of George on the inside, is going to give Amber an ‘ick moment’ and then, hello Brad!

I said to Col - get your duffle. Two pounds on a box of Quality Street and somebody says 'womb'.

I remember when pants were pants - you wore them for 20 years then cut them down for pan scrubbers.

Or your lovely black trench coat, on the first day of Autumn

Donkey Hotpot playing tonight at the Dublin Castle

Dog-whistling bag of shite

Proper LOL

“Lynn, are those your mother’s cataract glasses?”