Mick and Paddy were walking in Covent Garden in London. It was their first week in the capital and they were a bit naïve. … … ‘Jayzoos, Maury an’ Josef, Paddy, this is a great city,’ says Mick. … …. ‘Why’s that Mick?’ responds Paddy. …. …. ‘Well, to be sure,’ explains Mick, ‘where else in the world would a complete stranger come up to ye, make idle chat, invite you to dinner and then offer you to spend the night at their house?’ … … ‘Begorrah, ‘ splutters Paddy, ‘did that happen to ye?’ … … ‘No,’ says Mick, ‘but it happens to me beautiful sister all the time.’