Rapaire--- anybody who tucks his pants inside his boots in a pub is a
C&W poppinjay who deserves what he gets. :-)

Worn properly, boots are immune from internal invasion. That's
rather the point. Otherwise, we may as well just wear clogs, but
I'll leave the debate on the merits to Lancashire vs. New Mexico.

Stewart, there's not a thing wrong with 'Danny Boy.' Once. Per
night. Or fortnight as the case may be. It sells lots of drinks.

Nor with 'Roddy McCorley.' In fact, most of the 'Irish Standards'
are just damned fine singing; that's how they became standards.

In fact I'll admit that I enjoy a Clancy Bros. cover band, six
pints of Guinness, a plate of Irish stew, an obscure mix of Bailey's,
Irish Mist, and Jamison's and a designated driver home as much as the
next guy in a green felt bowler hat.

But I promise, yes I truly promise, that I won't ever, ever,
request 'Danny Boy.'