To Marry The Irish Is To Look

Sometimes You Write And You Find Yourself Almost Wondering How It Will Turn Out. I Don't Think Every Writer Sort Of Almost Admits That At Some Stage His Books Can Take On Their Own Kind Of Life It Selves And Simply Lead Away Into Directions That They're Not Kind Of Prepared For.

Dear Mr Skully, I Have Caught My Neck In A Mangle And Will Be Indisposed For Eternity. Yours In Death S.d.

I'm All For Christianity, But Insolence Must Be Put Down.

Expect The Worst And That's What You'll Get Only It Will Be Much Worse.

Food Throwers: Begun Usually By Estranged Couples, Once This Victual Flinging Starts, Everyone Will Do It...should Your Dinner Party Have Become An Out Of Control Concussion Match With Opponents Catapulting Croutons And Petits Pois Across The Mahogany, Don't Fight It, Go With It. And When You Have The Desire To Quell The Uprising Approach The Original Perpetrator From Behind. There, Slowly Crown Her With The Contents Of The Fresh Fruit Salad Bowl. But Be Warned. Although This Immobilizes And Rivits Everyone's Attention It Also Gives Them New Ideas.