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, isn't this Sean Murphy?"
"No, Paddy, no, it couldn't be. It's an amazin'
resemblance, but Murphy
was shorter than that."