We need a little Leprechaun! (green)
May the road rise to meet your feet,May the wind be always at your backAnd may you be half an hour in heaven before the devil knows you're dead.Happy St Patricks Day
To be sure, to be sure, tis most perceptive of you Galvo. Tis a wonder that a man of such great intellect as your good self is not running this country. Twould be the better for it, I have no doubt. Now I have something to tell you that must remain in strictest confidence until it is time to reveal it to the rest of the world.Snicklesnorter, (or OSnicklesnorter as it was back then,) was the name assumed by Brian Boru, the last High King of Ireland, when, contrary to popular belief, rather than being killed at the battle of Clontarf, he escaped and fled to nearby Dublin. With the great wisdom that only a high king such as himself could have, he chose the name OSnicklesnorter to remain incognito, a strategy whose success is self evident.Throughout many generations, we have maintained this subterfuge, in the certain knowledge that the time will arrive when all can be revealed.In more recent times, we became just plain Snicklesnorters, when Great Uncle Seamus, after an evening of serious imbibing, (as is the birthright and duty of every Irishman,) dropped the o while walking home from Olearys Pub. In spite of he and and his drinking companions searching the roadway for an hour, they never did find it. We have been Snicklesnorters ever since.Now, as a great man such as yourself would well understand, I have been planning all of my life to reveal the truth to the world and to resume my rightful place as High King of Ireland. I feel that time is near.(Not a word of this to anyone, mind.) In the mean time (and only in private, mind) feel free to address me as Your Majesty.