Irish humour

We went back to Crawfordsburn the other day to walk along the coast with our old friend Noel and his very old lab Finn. Except Finn was gone, replaced by a perky little puppy named Tilly. Finn has gone onto his canine reward and Noel's wife, who has MS and leads a pretty restricted life, wanted a speedy replacement. So Noel found Tilly, a Jack Russell-Shih Tsu cross from Magherafelt. You know what that makes her? A Jack Shit. I kid you not. She is called Tilly because Noel's wife once knew a bitch from Magherafelt. Noel plays everything straight, so that makes his commentary even funnier.

I went out dancing tonight through a Meet-Up event. It was 80s music, so I got on my Madonna-Bananarama-Prince-Dexy's Midnight Runners groove. While there is humour in me even trying to resurrect my 20s self, the joke I want to share came from Eoin (pronounced Owen). He and Neil, both in their 40s, have never learned to drive. Not that uncommon here, given good public transportation and the hellish driving test. (A vey drunk) Eoin: "When they said you can't drink and drive, I thought it was an either or so I chose drinkin."
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