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Favourite Song

8 April, 2015

Today’s FriFic prompt brought to mind one of my favourite jokes. I won’t link the pic as it isn’t needed to tell it, and in any case this isn’t my official FriFic entry – it weighs in at over 250 words and it isn’t an original story. But think of this is a Bonus – a Wednesday One-Off if you will. And I hope you find this as funny as I do:


Martin strummed his guitar with Irish enthusiasm, Kevin sang with Gaelic gusto. Behind them, the bass and drums of the rhythm section set a furious beat, matched only by the furiousness of the dancing and pogoing in front of them.

The storming first set came to a close after forty five manic minutes, and the band took a breath, gulped down a Guinness.

An elderly punter, able to approach the stage now the melee had cleared, called Martin over.

“Hey, fellas,” he said, “it would mean a lot to me if yous lot could play Paddy Me Boy.”

“Do you mean Danny Boy?” Martin asked, confused.

“No,” the gent insisted, “Paddy Me Boy.”

The musicians exchanged blank looks.

“Sorry, chief,” Martin said, “I don’t think we know that one.”

”Sure you do,” the man insisted, “every good band knows Paddy Me Boy. It’s a classic.”

Martin shrugged, thought hard. “Come Back Paddy Reilly?” he ventured hopefully.

“Nah,” came the exasperated reply, “Paddy Me Boy. I can’t believe you don’t know my favourite Irish song.”

Martin stepped down from the stage, laid a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Tell you what,” Martin said, “Sing us the first line. Maybe we’ll get it from that.”

He beckoned the rest of the band to the dance floor and they gathered around the man. He took a deep breath, a nostalgic tear formed in his eye as he remembered that first dance with his now dear departed wife. He opened his mouth wide, closed his eyes.

“Paddy Me Boy,” he sang, “Is that the Chatanooga Choo Choo?”



For info, if you’re still reading this far, this isn’t my favourite all time joke – this is:

Q: How does Bob Marley like his doughnuts?
A: Wi’ jam in!


I thank you.

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