I'll see what I can do about that T-shirt, Shan. [Linked Image] Will this be allright? I hope the size is ok? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

Thanks for the Irish lessons! But next time you have to learn us the language in the beginning of our trip, at the end we have not much use of it anymore, don't you think, Shan? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />
Maybe you can go searching for some Scottisch lines? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

Irish joke (mind the Irish humour <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> )

Paddy was found dead in his back yard, and as the weather was a bit on
the warm side, the wake was held down to only two days, so his mortal
remains wouldn't take a bad turn. At last his friends laid him in the
box, nailed it shut & started down the hill into the churchyard. As it
was a long, sloping path and the mourners were appropriately tipsy, one
fellow lurched into the gatepost as they entered the graveyard. Suddenly
a loud knocking came from in the box. Paddy was alive! They opened the
box up and he sat up, wide eyed, and they all said, Sure, it's a miracle
of God! All rejoiced & they went back and had a few more drinks but
later that day, the poor lad died. Really died. Stone cold dead. They
bundled him back into his box, and as they huffed and puffed down the
hill the next morning, the priest said, "Careful now, boys; mind ye don't bump the gatepost again"
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