No, you're right. It's a fine piece, but very atypical.

"Not everyone can handle bear juice. Not in its purest form."

So much for the culture of tipping.

Obviously bungled the job ...

Wasn't there a Jim Broadbent film about the theft a couple of years ago?

Actually, the longest train journey is Connolly Station to Maynooth.

I don't think she's that bothered either way. Ideally both, I imagine.

Through circumstances too complicated to recount, I own a Donegal tweed suit even older than I am (and in better repair). Every time I wear it, Mrs F begs me to take it to the esteemed Dublin establishment in Nassau Street that created it, and ask if they have a museum.

What does it do? Check your fingerprints?

Have you *heard* Wayne's version?