Used to listen to an Irish Radio Show every Sunday, hosted by a fellow we'll call Joe.He was so affable & always in good form on the show. He took requests, and he had one rule-the artist could sing only one song on each show. One Sunday, the day after Paddy's Day, he must have been hung over because there was not a word of introduction. Suddenly came on the voice of Carmel Quinn singing "Wee Hughie"-the most God awful piece of tripe ever written.The song is a mother lamenting her son's first day of school. She's looking out the window at him, he's crying, his coat's too big, he's pigeon toed. (Why in the hell wasn't she out there with him???) Anyway the song played 4 or 5 times.It was ghastly & hysterical at the same time. The engineer must have been plowed too. Then Ken says, "That was the lovely Carmel Quinn (gag me) singing Wee Hughie." By now I'm on the floor laughing, Joe's sounded peculiar, he finally gave in and laughed his head off. He played every song on the tape or record atleast twice. It was one hour of torture. He finished with Wee Hughie because he said he just got a request. Well that was the topper! He was laughing as it played.

The next Sunday everything was cool--he took some requests, and this ancient sounding old lady, with a sweet brogue called in and requested a song from her childhood, a song her Mother sang. Joe says, What's the title? She: Wee Hughie.    Thought I'die.

Anyone have a similar memory. Booze is usually the culprit. Anyone recall when a N.Y. weatherman got canned because he was tipsy one night? Tell it if you do recall.