In a week when Dublin's north inner city was deemed to be one of the filthiest places in the country it's interesting to read that more gardai are being deployed to carry out their own type of clean-up there.
For all the (legitimate) complaints about the lack of a visible police presence in the city centre we now know that undercover units - or 'mockies' as the cops who pose as junkies are known - are targeting suspected dealers.
Elsewhere this week we had the annual outpouring of condemnation from irate feminists about how the Rose of Tralee contest is an outdated and sexist slice of nonsense which has no place in the modern world.
In other words, the same stuff they've been coming out with for the past two decades while the contest itself goes from strength to strength.
Sisters, I feel your pain but this particular fight has long been lost. I respectfully suggest that you simply don't watch the bloody thing, like most sensible people.
One aspect of the Rose of Tralee coverage was of host Daithi O'Se becoming the latest celebrity to take part in the increasingly irritating 'ice bucket challenge'.
The challenge sees people of wildly varying degrees of, ahem, fame get a bucket of ice cold water dumped over their heads and donate a minimum of $100 to a charity in aid of motor neurone disease.
Naturally, all this is recorded and put up on social media (otherwise it wouldn't really exist, would it?) so that the 'brave' slebs get their pictures in the paper.
Will we ever hear the phrase 'I prefer to keep my charitable contributions a private matter'?
And sticking with that particular 'challenge' (estimated lifespan : a fortnight, if we're lucky) surely it can only be a matter of days before one of the media-savvy savages running amok in northern Iraq comes up with a sinister variant on the craze.
Given the barbarity we saw with the murder of US journalist James Foley during the week and how these people are using the internet to spread their poisonous message (quite simply, they want nothing less than the obliteration of Western civilisation and we're letting them walk all over us) can we be too far away from 'the IS bucket challenge'.
This will involve jolly jihadis queuing up to have buckets of infidel blood poured over their heads, while cheering crowds chant 'Alahu Akbar' in the background. All proceeds going to charidee, of course.
Still, given that we're constantly told how Islam is a 'religion of peace' it's been reassuring to see how so-called 'moderate' Muslims have been queuing up to condemn the actions of the Islamic State. Oh, hang on.
And how come there's not a peep out of the people who come running to media outlets whenever Israel defends its very existence?
The hypocrisy of many left-leaning Irish liberals (who are just essentially anti-American and anti-Israeli) is something we've come to expect.
But where are all these pacifist spokespeople in the wake of the genocidal acts carried out by Islamic State?
Nope, not a peep from them on this one. Wonder why?
But to end on a more upbeat note, social media's downside cropped up again this week as the great Kate Bush issued a statement requesting that punters attending her forthcoming run of London shows refrain from taking photos and filming during the performances.
Well done Kate, those devices are a curse at gigs so fair play for putting your foot down gently. Now, anyone got a spare ticket for sale? Face value, of course.