I'm trying to find something out about an event that's going on in a very small remote community soon. These are the conversations I've had over the last few days.
Phone call #1.
Insert phone greeting part. 'I'm trying to find something out about X, can you tell me who I need to talk to?'
'Oh, you'll have to talk to Jack. You'll find him on this number.'
Phone call #2.
'Hi, insertphonegreetingandexplanationpart. So is Jack available ?'
'No, he's not. But ring this number tomorrow and ask for Wayne.'
But I thought I was asking for Jack?
'Ask for Wayne?'
'Yes.'
Phone call #3
'Hi, insertphonegreetingandexplanationpart. So is Wayne around?'
'No, you'll catch Jack down at the workshop.'
Either these people are messing with my brain, or everyone has two names.
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You haven't told us what the event is that's taking part in this place.
Is it a Schizophrenics Convention, perhaps?
And there was me thinking I was being quietly obtuse about it.
Sounds like Co. Wicklow. Tinman will know.
Tinman! Help me out here.
I think HM is referring to the fact that we Wicklow people are not the world's brightest, owing to a belief widely held in our county that there's no point going out into the world looking for a wife when there are perfectly good wimmin available with one's own family.
Lots of piped banjo music then?
Lots of banjo music.
And lots of toes - twelve or thirteen each, in fact.
(If Jo, who's also from Co Wicklow, reads this, Holemaster and I are dead).
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