Paddy and Mick were approaching
Paddy and Mick were approaching a pub which had been destroyed by an
IRA bomb only minutes before. As they passed, a head rolled out of the smoldering
ruins and across the pavement before them. Paddy stooped, picked it up and held
it for Mick to see.
Shure now Mick, isnt this Sean Murphy?
No, Paddy, no, it couldnt be. Its an amazin resemblance, but Murphy
was shorter than that.