My week: Gerry Adams
Monday: Wake up. Check Twitter. Have breakfast. Check Twitter. Ted says I spend too much time on social media. What he doesn't realise is that it's the one thing making me look like an eccentric uncle rather than yer man who did all that bad stuff the newspapers keep saying I did when I didn't because I couldn't have because I wasn't there.
Something tells me it's going to be a great few days, and no, it's not the leprechaun living inside my head, because he doesn't, and who told you about him anyway?
Two of my heroes, Jesus and Padraig Pearse, did their best work in Easter Week. What a tragedy they never lived to see me finish what they started.