It is 3am in a small village just outside Dublin.
"Wake up son...wake up."
"Whats the matter Dad, what times is it....what's the matter?"
The startled son, looks at his father who has one of his deep pathos looks
"What is it Dad?"
"Oh you know, son..."
"What Dad?"
"Well...I've been tinking...."
"What Dad? What time is it Dad....what have you been thinking, Dad?"
"Well...I've been tinking son....in all me life....dat I've never actually seen a tiger...you know, a real one."
"Haven't you, Dad...but why are you telling me now, Dad?"
"Ah, for jaysus sake, I've got to tell someone, haven't I?"
(In memory of the late and great Spike Milligan)
"Wake up son...wake up."
"Whats the matter Dad, what times is it....what's the matter?"
The startled son, looks at his father who has one of his deep pathos looks
"What is it Dad?"
"Oh you know, son..."
"What Dad?"
"Well...I've been tinking...."
"What Dad? What time is it Dad....what have you been thinking, Dad?"
"Well...I've been tinking son....in all me life....dat I've never actually seen a tiger...you know, a real one."
"Haven't you, Dad...but why are you telling me now, Dad?"
"Ah, for jaysus sake, I've got to tell someone, haven't I?"
(In memory of the late and great Spike Milligan)
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