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Happy St. Paddy’s Day . . . What’s the Craic?

Posted by Larry Doyle on March 16, 2012 6:30 AM |

With a name like Doyle and more siblings, cousins, nieces and nephews than I might possibly count, I beg your indulgence if I maintain that . . . with the greatest of all holidays falling on a weekend this year, prudence dictates that to gain a full appreciation of the special day and all it means that we celebrate it over a 48 hour time period.

Knowing full well that many of the boys and girls on “the street” will be in full festive attire –and demeanor — right from the get go this morning, I recommend you put a little splash in your coffee and forget about what troubles you.

What’s the craic?

Put simply, having craic is having a good time or a laugh.

Enjoy the entertainment, both the written word and musical, here at Sense on Cents. So after rolling on the floor with a little of this Irish humor, take a beautiful pictorial tour of the Emerald Isle and turn up the volume on the musical accompaniment on those amazing ballads, The Wild Colonial Boy and Danny Boy, because we are all Irish today . . . and tomorrow as well.

If you have any Irish humor, please share it with us.

On that note, thanks to the Bulldog, have you heard the one where . . .

An Irishman who had a little too much to drink 
Is driving home from the city one night and, 
Of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road.

A cop pulls him over. 
So,” says the cop to the driver, 

“Where have ya been?” 
” Why, I’ve been to the pub of course,” 
slurs the drunk. 
” Well,” says the cop, “it looks

like you’ve had quite 
a few to drink this evening.”
“I did all right,” the drunk says with a smile. 
Did you know,” says the cop, standing straight and 
folding his arms across his chest, 
“that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?” 
Oh, thank heavens,” sighs the drunk. 
For a minute there, I thought I’d gone deaf.”

Brenda O’Malley is home making dinner, as usual, 
when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door. 
“Brenda, may I come in?” he asks. 
“I’ve somethin’ to tell ya”. 
Of course you can come in, you’re always welcome, Tim. 
But where’s my husband?” 
That’s what I’m here to be telling ya, Brenda.” 
There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery…” 
Oh, God no!” cries Brenda. “Please don’t tell me.”
I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone.
I’m sorry.”
Finally, she looked up at Tim. 
How did it happen, Tim?”

It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout
and drowned.”

Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me the truth, Tim. 
Did he at least go quickly?”

 “Well, Brenda . . . No. In fact, He got out three times to pee.”


Mary Clancy goes up to Father O’Grady after his Sunday
morning service, and she’s in tears.
He says, “So what’s bothering you, Mary my dear?” 
She says, “Oh, Father, I’ve got terrible news. 
My husband passed away last night.” 
The priest says, “Oh, Mary, that’s terrible. 
Tell me, Mary, did he have any last requests?” 
She says, “That he did, Father.” 
The priest says, “What did he ask, Mary? “ 
She says, “He said,
‘Please Mary, put down that damn gun…’



A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, 
Enters a confessional booth, sits down, but says nothing. 
The Priest coughs a few times to get his 
Attention but the drunk continues to sit there. 
Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall. 
The drunk mumbles, “ain’t no use knockin, 
there’s no paper on this side either!”

And now, for your listening and viewing pleasure . . .

Larry Doyle

  • David

    The first half is hilarious! Explains my lifelong love of the Irish (my wife).

    The second half (the music and scenery) is beautiful.

  • Pat J

    Brilliant Larry….as my uncle peter would say ” the banter was fierce”

  • fred

    An Irishman was flustered not being able to find a parking space in a large mall’s parking lot,”Lord,”he prayed,”I can’t stand this.If you open a space up for me,I swear I’ll give up drinking me whiskey ,and I promise to go to church every Sunday.” Suddenly,The clouds parted and the sun shone on an empty parking spot.Without hesitation,the man said,”Never mind,I found one.”

  • LD

    Another beautiful pictorial tour with traditional Irish folk music


  • Michaleen Flynn

    As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a paupers’ cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions.

    I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.

    I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.

    The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.

    And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together.

    When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.

    As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

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