PAC draws blood from top cop 

Shane Ross

'What the xxxx," asked the wag on Twitter, "is Sir Alec Guinness doing at the Dail's Public Accounts Committee?"

Somers' season at Planet Plutocrat 

I RARELY meet bank directors these days. David Duffy, the 10- grand-a-week boss at AIB refuses to return my calls. I spot distant Bank of Ireland directors, like Richie Boucher, high on the platform at their AGMs.

Michael D's swipe hits home 

Shane Ross

Last Thursday I was wandering sleepily along the corridors of Heathrow airport at seven o'clock in the morning. I took a brief glance at the newsstand – and woke with a jolt.

Gloved-up B of I gives a thumping 

Shane Ross

Last Wednesday morning I rose at an unearthly hour. The Bank of Ireland, with diabolical cunning, had decided to hold its AGM early in the morning. It was a 9.30am start for small shareholders in Dublin's Burlington Hotel. The rush-hour traffic around the Burlington at that time of day would deter all but the most determined – or disillusioned – from attending. The price of overnight accommodation in Dublin would ensure that few from outside the capital could afford an overnight stop there.

Go on, Michael, give 'em hell 

Dear Michael,