This Man's Life: There is a light that never goes out - and her name is Isabella
An evening at the National Maternity Hospital on Holles Street 50-something years ago. It was, it transpired, a more eventful evening than usual in the illustrious baby producing machine.
My dad had brought a television - literally and clandestinely - under his arm into the hospital. My mother was expecting my big sister Karen at the time, so he wanted to do something extra special for his wife.
Little did he know that we would be still talking about it all these years later.