I once heard of a man walking through ... well, choose your Irish city street ... He walks into a dark alley, where he's grabbed roughly from behind; something that might be the barrel of a pistol is pushed against the back of his head, and a harsh voice whispers "You a Protesrtant or a Catholic?"

Our man relaxes and replies, "Actually, I'm a Jew!"

Harsh whisper: "I must be the luckiest Arab in [name of city] tonight!"

You make it rhyme, I'll set it to music!

Steve