Michael Ryan’s battered old car was stopped by the Gardaí, just outside of Thurles town, around 3.00 a.m. last Saturday, after he had left a local poker game.
Michael slowly rolled down the car window. “Good night to you sir,” said the police officer, “And would you mind telling me your intended destination, at this time of the night.”
“Sure I don’t mind at all, officer,” said Michael politely, “Believe it or believe it not, I’m on my way into Thurles to attend a series of lectures on the abuse of alcohol and the long term dangerous effects it has on the human body. The lecture will also include the latest scientific findings on the over use of tobacco, not to mention the erosion and eventual breakup of the family unit, brought about by parents who continually stays out late every single night of the week.”
“Really,” said the police officer surveying Michael suspiciously, “and tell me this now sir, who would be holding lectures at this time of the night, might I ask?”
“Me current Missus, officer,” replied Michael.