Hardy Irish children, swimming off their native shore until they're blue. Makes you proud.
New Rubik's puzzleWe shall solve it first, and then smugness will be ours.
Let them eat lobster. . . there is a strong rumour that the price of lobster has fallen sharply due to the downturn in restaurant trade.
The Boneseries of comic books, by Jeff Smith. Ostensibly for kids, satisfyingly strange.
New playgroundsfor kids seem to be springing up around Dublin: Booterstown, Carysfort Park and the playing pitch on York Street are all unleashing our inner and outer children.
Gritty crime'Father and Son' on RTÉ – finally a decent bit of the black stuff, and it's home-grown.
Festival feverToo much, too young? Yes please. Just remember, it's all about the music.
Seaweed ice-creamAn experiment too far.
LasagneSuffering a credibility dive now that Sarah Brown has been cooking it for Gordon's cabinet ministers in an attempt to prevent mutiny.
One-shoulder topsRequire perfect posture. After a few drinks things get a bit sloppy.
Mass road works in DublinForget road rage – path rage is the one that gets us in trouble, after weaving between all the plastic barriers on city streets.