They did it when I wasn’t looking.

First up was The King of Headfort, sneaking along and hitting me in that particular spot which can be most detrimental to ones marital prospects.

Thankfully My Good Self has no plans to walk up the aisle anytime soon.

Phew.

And then The Prince of Pinner, never a man to pass up a golden opportunity, hops in and adds to the pain.

Successive chess defeats.

Dearie me.

And all of a crumbling suddenness my rating had been reduced to 1406.

Time for another glass of Sancerre.

Out in the real world the highlight of the week was, undoubtedly, a certain Lady Gaga.

What a dress. What a performance.

And what an absolutely gorgeous day it is today.

The Phoenix Park was akin to Grafton Street in the good old days, bodies everywhere.

The Boys From Anfield are facing up to The Red Devil’s tomorrow.

It’s all hunky dory.

A bientot mes amis.