The Rambler 29/03/2003
Hugh has a great sense of humour. As soon as I saw him the other day I knew by the grin on his face that he had something to tell me ... just bursting . . .
"Well?" I said, "What have you been up to this week?"
"It's Tommy," he said. "I fell in with him at Drake's, on Friday night. He was bravely on. In fact he had one or two too many. He was nearly footless, so I walked him home. I didn't go in, because I know his wife might have blamed me."
Anyhow, I have just left him. I asked him how he had got on. Had his wife waited up?
Boys, he gave me the best answer that you ever heard. "It was all right," he said. "She was waiting for me, all right, but I just got the picture, no sound!"
As soon as I heard that, I remembered that Sam McCurry, the author of the 'Ballads of Ballytumulty' had written an amusing piece on the same subject. Here is the tailpiece.
THE UNRULY MEMBER
Something had happened! that was sure;
The nooks and corners of the room
The plates that stood in shinin' rows
The settle-bed he opened out,
He looked in every, bowl an' mug.
Now Kate was meanwhile sittin' by,
This dhredful man was sore to bide,
At t last the boilin' point was reached,
"John, John, You doithered crayter, stop!
"Tis found," he cried, and danced about;
Who said 'Silence is golden'?