I received a letter changing a hospital appointment. When I phoned to discuss it the lady answering said she needed to ask me some health questions.
Fine til she asked if I had ever had a brain tumour. I replied No to which she said loudly....
I never drink alone, Haz. So Guinness does strange things to many. On her way home from the pub my English neighbour sings the Irish National Anthem and skinny dips in her lake.
You reminded me, Choux of the little lad at school who had to go for a brain scan. When is mum stuck her head around the staff room door with the results she announced.....It's all right me ducks. They've scanned his head and found nothing.
I did the Mrs Doyle voice too, it's funny how popular culture impinges on your consciousness. I can imagine it going on getting into stranger and stranger conditions ending in a Well holy Mother what is wrong with you then....
Dave is doing all sorts of voices now, Helen. An Irish language teacher and a class full of Irish, Brits, French and Dutch. The session in the pub after is great when they are ordering in Irish with odd accents.
Mind you....they all say filum now. :-)