Ah, Bless You, Sister, May All Your

It's Not That The Irish Are Cynical. It's Rather That They Have A Wonderful Lack Of Respect For Everything And Everybody.

Message? What The Hell Do You Think I Am, A Bloody Postman?

There's No Bad Publicity Except An Obituary.

God Forgive Us-but Most Of Us Grew Up To Be The Sort Of Men Our Mothers Warned Us Against.

I Wish I'd Been A Mixed Infant.