Saturday, September 24

Fate & irony.

Here's an interesting factlet that I learnt last night: Bobby Sands's son is a chef. Rather a good one, by all accounts.

As if that weren't enough, it's a fair bet that he has a hygiene certificate.


Update:

This post has reminded one of my correspondents of the song all the kids sung at school a quarter of a century ago. To the tune of She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain:

Would you like a pasty supper, Bobby Sands?
Would you like a pasty supper, Bobby Sands? ...


This was at a mixed school, in case you're hypersensitively wondering — that's mixed as in religion, not sex.

And now, please, let's talk about something else.

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