WIT' A SHILLELAGH at me arm and a twinkle in me oi,
Oi'll be off to Tipperary in de marnin' …
WHAT a day for Irish rugby. But it was coming. As remarked last week, the All Blacks were on borrowed time. We should have beaten them at Loftus a few weeks ago. England came even closer at Twickenham.
But Ireland pulled it off. They held tight in those dying moments when the All Blacks are so deadly.
Give dose fellers a Guinness!
The Boks pipped Scotland but not by much. This is a risorgimento of the northern hemisphere. Next year's World Cup in Japan is now wide open.
For the Boks this Saturday it's Wales, another tough 'un look you, indeed to goodness. The march to Japan continues.
'Erewego, 'erewego, 'erewego!
LAST week I read the Wikipedia entry on rugby between Ireland and the All Blacks. To my astonishment, Ireland had beaten the All Blacks in every encounter but one, since 1905.
Of course, Wikipedia is open to editing and correction by readers. This must have been an Irish patriot at work.
I checked again yesterday. The entry was unchanged, unembroidered.
Mind you, the Guinness does slow things down.
OVERHEARD in the Street Shelter for the Over-Forties: "Once you've given up on existentialism and grown out of nihilism, all that's left is to embrace the absurdity."
Pamela describes this as unacceptable smut. A government minister defends the comment as being "light-hearted".
Lighthearted? In this day and age? Where have these Aussies been lately? Such jokes are simply verboten.
AN IRISH scrumhalf dies. He's standing before the Pearly Gates. A voice booms: "Seamus O'Flaherty, is there any sin you have not confessed?"
"Er, yes dere is one sin."
"What sin is that?"
"It wuz at Lansdowne Road. We wuz playin' England. We wuz one point down. It wuz injury toime. We had a scrum on England's loine. Oi put in. De scrum wheeled sloightly. Oi went for de ball. Oi knocked it on ever so sloightly. But de ref was unsoighted. Oi dived over de line and scored. We won de Test. But Oi know we didn't really. Oi never told anybody. Dis has always been on me conscience."
"Seamus O'Flaherty, that was no sin. You may enter."
"Oh, tank you, St Peter, tank you!"
"It's St Peter's day off. Dis is St Patrick."
Think of what would happen to us in America if there were no humorists; life would be one long Congressional Record.