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.<\/p>\n
“What happened to you?” asks Sean, the bartender.<\/p>\n
“Jamie O’Conner and me had a fight,” says Paddy.<\/p>\n
“That little shit, O’Conner,” says Sean, “He couldn’t do that to you, he must have had something in his hand.”<\/p>\n
“That he did,” says Paddy, “a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin’ he gave me with it.”<\/p>\n
“Well,” says Sean, “you should have defended yourself, “Didn’t you have something in your hand?”<\/p>\n
“That I did,” said Paddy. “Mrs. O’Conner’s breast, and a thing of Beauty it was, but useless in a fight.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading