Day has broken, and a scruffy, unshaven bodhran player wonders in. {'tis true, ALL bodhran players are scruffy and unshaven, even the women} "Where is ever'body?", he says. "Miss Kat opened up this place TWO DAYS AGO, but its still aufu quiet. Did they all go to Harry's Sports Bar to watch the World Cup?"

He picks up an unfinished pint of Guiness {does anybody REALLY drink that stuff?} and pours a bit inside his drum to soften up the head. When he achieves the perfect tone, slightly deeper than the one you get from banging on a plastic pail, he picks up his beater and begins to tap out a sprightly jig. The mouse crawls out of the jar of beer nuts and begins to dance. "Sevens and threes, you little bugger!" the bodhran player exclaims.