He turn'd him right and round about / Upon the Irish shore; / And gae his bridle-reins a shake, / With adieu for evermore, / My dear,/ Adieu for evermore.

I suffer from Irish-Catholic guilt. Guilt is a good reality check. It keeps that 'do what makes you happy' thing in check.

May you always walk in sunshine. May you never want for more. May Irish angels rest their wings right beside your door.

The British government had no right to discriminate against any Irish political representative.

You approached it the right way,

Who would I put in first? Kevin's been all right there. Kevin's the first one I'd turn to. But Cary's played well too. I haven't needed them yet, but it would be good to get them playing time.