Who: cantankerous firebrand presenter & journalist Vincent Browne
Where: outside my front gate
When: 15 minutes ago
Wearing: powder blue blazer with jeans
Demeanour: jovial.
Vinny was strolling along my road as I was cutting the hedge. Iām glad to say that rumours of Vincentās demise are exaggerated. The man looked like he hadnāt a care in the world and was smiling. He wished me a good evening doing my hedge and I thanked him. He then went down the road to the seafront where Iād like to think he went into Teddyās of scrumdiddlys for an ice cream.
Did you mean to say, āhe wished me a good evening for doing my hedgeā. This would make some sort of sense, though youād be entitled to ask him why heās wishing you a good evening for doing your hedge when itās already a good evening and youāre already doing your hedge.
Did he remark that itās a good evening for cutting a hedge? If so why would you not just agree with him.
In either instance thanking him sounds more than a little obsequious.
Perhaps it would have been enough to say good evening to him in return, or you could have glibly remarked that cutting a hedge is a waste of a good evening.
Heāll be like the cat that got the cream, tounging away at his ice cream, thinking about how someone thanked him for no good reason.
I spotted Irelandās premier investigative journalist Mick Clifford recently at Clonturk Park, Drumcondra. Mick is the manager of the Drumcondra FC under 10s and he also doubled up as linesman at the venue in the shadows of the famous Tolka Park. He did his reputation as a man of the utmost integrity no harm at all when he gave the Cambridge Boys under 10s a debatable throw in when it looked like a Drums ball.
I also spotted newsreader Keelin Shanley recently strolling along the grand canal heading towards Portobello bridge. She looked very pale and wore big Jackie Onassis style glasses, I surmised that Keelin was nursing a hangover and drinks a lot of wine based on that fleeting encounter.
@TreatyStones, I spotted one of Irelandās most respected journalists and regular TV show panelist, Niamh Horan, on Thursday morning in the Grand Canal Dock area.
She was wearing flip flops, black jeans (that length above the ankle style), a dark coloured shirt and sunglasses.
She was making her way down that street between the Marker Hotel and the Facebook building and emerged by the Admiral William Brown statue.
I surmised that she was headed for Sindo HQ on Talbot Street but I passed her out before we reached the Samuel Beckett Bridge.
Youāve probably had a shandy more than you can handle. Iāve put you on your ass already. Slinking back when you think you can hide behind @HBV wonāt help you save face.
You need to hang on to someone elseās apron strings before you say anything. That says it all
Tell us another rebrand theory of yours, letās see if youāre anything other than a wee brat.
