Into a Belfast pub comes to an old man Paddy, looking like he’d just been run over by a train.
His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he’s walking with a limp:
“What happened to you?” Asks Sean, the bartender.
“Jamie O’Conner and me had a fight.” Says Paddy.
“That little O’Conner.” Says Sean.
“He couldn’t do that to you, he must have had something in his hand.”
“That he did.” Says Paddy.
“A shovel is what he had and a terrible lickin’ he gave me with it.”
“Well.” Says Sean.
“You should have defended yourself. Didn’t you have something in your hand?”
That I did.” Said Paddy.
“Mrs O’Conner’s [email protected] and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight.”
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