An amazing thing happened here. Big Mick and the band were playing out in the garden (from the boom-box in the shed) and all of a sudden several hundred sparrows swooped down from the sky, swarmed all over Heather (who was weeding her rocks) sunk their little claws into her and spirited her up into the clouds. As I ran to the spot where she was last seen, I noticed her little Duckboots were still there, but now, as empty as George Steinbrenner's heart.

Suddenly two squirrels sprang to the ground from a tree and started doing a Sligo Jig! And then....the earth opened up and a Leprechaun appeared. I knelt down, ready to receive my three wishes, when the little fucker spit tobacco juice in my eye and said "Big Mick for next Pope....pass it on!"

Ahh what a strange and glorious day. Eventually the sparrows returned Heather to terra firma (she survived the three hundred foot drop, but landed on the cats, instantly killing them both) the leprechaun disappeared, the squirrels ceased Jigging and went back to doing the Pony and I replaced Big Mick's album with Seamus Kennedy's newest release "Danny Boy Goes Disco".

Thanks for the good music big fella!

Cheers

Rick