MURPHY vs O’CONNER….
July 19th, 2005
Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, 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 sod, 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 left breast, and a
thing of rare beauty it is, but useless in a fight.