Following on from Sam Beckett and Edward Carson, there is clearly only one person who could possibly be hot on the heels of such illustrious company.

Yes, you’ve guessed it. It’s time to have a look at the lady known as The Brain.

I first happened upon The Brain through a mutual friend of ours, The Monaghan Mushroom.

These days My Good Self and The Brain hook up annually in the Austrian Alps for a wee bit of skiing and other related matters.

In years gone by we have also done some waterskiing together and on one famous occasion a wee touch of radio recording to boot.

And of course My Good Self had the great honour of attending the grand occasion when The Brain formally hooked up with The Current Man In Her Life.

What a lucky little scribbler I am.

Waterskiing weekends usually began with a Friday evening rendezvous in Heuston train station. It was then on to Cork and finally Macroom to check into the b&b. A bite to eat was usually followed by some liquid refreshment in Hitlers Bar.

Saturday morning would see the arrival of the lads from the waterskiing club who would whisk our gang off to Carrigadrohid Lake.

Wet suits were duly donned and then it was on with the whole business of attempting to get the hang of the wet planks.

Sadly it emerged that My Good Self and waterskiing were not a match made in Heaven.

Rather it was more like the place with all the flames that I seemed to be paired off with.

Back on dry ground The Brain was, at that time, also the presenter of the RTÉ radio programme ‘Audioscope’, which focussed on issues relating to vision impaired and blind people.

When it came to doing a feature on pubs, My Good Self was invited to participate.

The logic behind that invitation continues to escape me.

And so there we have The Brain.

Last I heard she was putting manners on all and sundry around Liverpool.

Lucky Liverpool.