Well, it is Friday night. And for some reason I have a yen for the Irish music we used to hear on the wireless, those cold nights when the stars were just beyond a tall man’s reach. Let’s start with a bit of Foster and Allen:
Most of us have a “Bally James Duff,” and memories of day that can never be again. Here’s Foster and Allen with a lament to that which is past:
And a bit of cheek from the lads, and some good advice. Pull down the blind!
And what better night for a hooley than Friday night:
And, back where we started with Foster and Allen:
And it’s time to make an end to this small pleasure, so good night to ye, sir.