40P PER unit of alcohol seems to be the target Health Minister Edwin Poots is aiming for in his battle to beat the bingers. Unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on what side of the gable wall you’re standing on – the legislation probably won’t be in place until next year as it will take until the autumn at the earliest, according to the Minister, to draw up legislation that “can’t be challenged”.
And a happy Paddy’s Day to you too

UNLIKE too many of our representatives in the world of politics, Squinter is assiduous in declaring an interest as and when one arises. And so he must declare at the outset that the victim in the following little imbroglio is a nephew – a youth of tender years and even more callow sensibilities, unversed in the intricacies of the criminal justice system, unused to the attentions of Constable Trevor.
Golden expectations that came to nought
THERE was a time when Squinter was in Donegal four or five times a year, but history and happenstance have conspired to ensure that he hasn’t set foot in the real northern Ireland for three years now. No better reason to visit the county than to spot golden eagles soaring high over Sliabh Sneachta, and so it was that a merry band of Belfast outdoorsmen made their way to the great north-west on Friday intending to spend a few days by the mountains and lakes in search of the elusive raptor. We should have taken the dead otter on the Glenshane
The horn of plenty
A PERSON tweets (a media person, no doubt) his anger at those who bump their car horns whenever they see a TV reporter doing a piece to camera. Squinter, of course, begs to differ. Technically speaking, Squinter should be on the side of the tweeter, being a skinny-latte-drinking media type and all. But he’s not. Squinter believes that it is every motorist’s bounden duty to sound that horn when a TV crew and camera hove into view. It’s childish
Let the games begin
JUST as the armies of the world play war games in which dread scenarios and appalling vistas are enacted in an attempt to provide valuable experience and information, so Squinter and his pals down the Roddy’s play imaginary games in which potential conflicts are imagined and possible solutions devised.
It’ll be all White on the night

REPUBLICAN presidential candidate Mitt Romney’s White House dream took a bit of a blow this week when he suffered his own Dan Quayle moment. Former Vice President Dan, you may remember, saw his political star fall and tumble into the ocean when he told a class of schoolchildren that potato is spelt potatoe.