Christ! Myself and Eoghan's brushes with fame were upstaged in a most impressive manner last night by my friend Jim, who had just returned to Dublin from London. He was picked up at the airport by his mother, who told him that she had just seen Martin Sheen come through arrivals. Getting into their car, who should they see waiting for a taxi, but Sheen himself. Jim's mother then went over to him to ask if he would like a lift, but he politely declined, with an excuse about staying in an incredibly expensive hotel nearby.

All well and good, but old Mrs. G then compounds her achievement, by announcing that she is now looking forward to the Special Olympics, at which she claims she will be responsible for looking after Arnold Schwarzenneger.

Huh?!?!?!?!?