Overheard

I am catching up on work, so no time for falcon stories or water wars just yet. However, while at home, my sister cracked me up by recounting a conversation that she overheard between the proprietor of The Railway Bar and a German tourist last summer. Some of you may remember me waffling enthusiastically about The Railway Bar this time last year. Anyhow, in order for this story to be funny, you must imagine the German speaking in classic Tuetonic accented English, while Mike O’Neil, the proprieter of The Railway Bar, speaking in equally heavily accented Kerryish. Also, the German was the clichéd tall, serious blonde, while Mr O’Neil is more hobbit- like – small, rotund and genial, with a very long beard, and thick glasses.

German Tourist: “Mr O’Neil, tell me vy are ze mountains behind us named ze Sliv Meesh?”*

Mike O’Neil (who has lived below the mountains all his life), fixes him with a friendly stare: “Sure Jaysus, I haven't a fuckin' clue.”

*Sliabh Mish