IT'S coming on Friday night, a top of the bill match-up between two of Ireland's top divas.
Now I've been in a few tight situations in my time but I wouldn't envy being on the stage at the Miss Universe Ireland contest, where presenter Glenda Gilson will encounter judge Rosanna Davison.
The body language between the two models should be interesting, after their public spat in the wake of Rosanna's high profile holiday in Morocco with Glenda's ex, Johnny Ronan.
It may a politically incorrect phase, but I for one can't wait to see if fur flies.
CROWDS at major GAA games are dwindling -- with a drop of 13pc this year at championship clashes.
This trend must be very worrying for the GAA suits, so you'd think they'd adopt any tactic possible to get people inside the gates. But instead they're turning fans away, because of a knee-jerk ban on vuvuzelas -- the loud horn adopted by all and sundry in the wake of the World Cup.
Okay, they're noisy. But as someone who in the past has had his afternoon ruined by the running commentary of a half-jarred buffoon behind him, I say a vuvuzela can't be any worse at a game.
YOU'RE republican hardliners. You want to extend your support base.
So you latch onto an easy cause -- the proposed visit of the Queen of England to these shores.
And then shoot yourself in the foot by defacing one of Ireland's best loved monuments.
Mission accomplished then, for a lunatic fringe of Irish republicanism.
I'm referring to the shower of idiots who decided to strike a blow against the State by effectively scribbling an anti-imperial slogan in the dead of night on the Wellington Monument in the Phoenix Park.
God knows what these neanderthals thought they were going to achieve.
Like the schoolboy defacing his desk, they certainly displayed their immaturity, if nothing else.
The fact is that the vast, vast majority of Dubliners have a deep affection for the monument.
It's one of the symbols of the city -- and it commemorated one of Dublin's best known sons, the Duke of Wellington, who defeated Napoleon at Waterloo.
The 'wrap the green flag round me' boys probably haven't got that far in the history books, and are still firmly stuck back 800 years ago.