On Saturday, Derek and Sean came up from Mohill for a night out in Sligo. Here's an idea of the conversation...
Me: ... and poor John McGahern.
Sean: Went down fast.
Me: Were ya at the funeral?
Sean: I was.
Derek: You were in your arse.
Later...
Sean: Your dad's doing up the attic.
Me: Feckin' Mohill. How'd ya know that?
We look at each other for a second and then in unison...
Me & Sean: Leitrim Observer, bottom corner, Mohill Notes.
Later still...
Derek (to Me): Did ya ever get that money off The Beatles for the cello playing in Eleanor Rigby?
Sean: Jaysus.
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