My Good Self is in desperate need of enlightenment. Why, oh why, does it always seem to be the left knee that is on the receiving end? How come those lamppost yokies never seem to let rip at my right knee? Where is the sense of balance and justice when it comes to the whole gig of them lamppost thingumabobs lashing out at my poor, beleaguered, wine guzzling frame?

Dearie me.

So there I was, happily sauntering along the last stretch of Drumcondra Road, mentally preparing myself for the weekly audience with The Kilkenny Lady as I approached the junction of Griffith Avenue, facing the old Whitehall Garda Station, en route to the Swords Road, Gaeltacht Park, Collins Avenue and ultimately into Shanowen Grove and my home turf. At this point I should apologise to any of my readers who have had the grave misfortune to grow up on the southside of the greatest city in the world. TGP?

And so as I dutifully waited for the beeping green man at Griffith Avenue and in turn made my way to the centre traffic island, my left kneecap was inexplicably assaulted by one of those rigid, metal, very unforgiving constructions.

Dearie, dearie me.

Thankfully today’s lamppost dispute was not nearly as painful as the previous encounter in Summerhill a few moons back. There’s only so many of these encounters that a God fearing, self respecting left kneecap can endure.

Small mercies and all that jazz.

Moving along to the upcoming weekend that sees the return of the Five and a Half Nations Rugger, The Boys In Green face up to The Haggis Heads on Sunday afternoon. The Scots are looking good of late and so it will be a good test for Andy Farrell’s men.

Elsewhere England play host to The Gallic Guys tomorrow afternoon with head coach Eddie Jones starting to come under the spotlight.;

It’s tough at the top.

Alors, c’est tout pour le moment, a bientot mes amis.