Newsreader. Dart Channel 1

This morning it was John's turn to read the news on Channel 1.
But he was reading them to himself.
And it wasn't really news. It was the Metro Herald.
Apparently eating toe nails increases by 7.8% your chances of getting cancer of the pancreas.
And there is usually a photograph of a baby polar bear. Or baby tiger. Or baby penguin.
And a photograph of angry Muslim guys burning flags (the photographers hand them to them pre-soaked with petrol so that it looks more camera-friendly).
And there is the sudoko (but we don't do the sudoku) .
And ten days ago there was the Spot the Leprechaun competition (think Where is Wally? but replace Wally by a leprechaun, and a pot of gold, and a bowl of shamrock, and Jedward, and Bono). Luca was bitterly disappointed to find out yesterday that he will have to find other means of funding the purchase of a Wii (saving would be a good start).

I have come to realise that there are many men called John in Ireland.
And many men who answer "John" when asked for their name by a stranger who has just photographed them.
Between the Real Johns and Improvised-on-the-spot-he-could-be-a-dangerous-lunatic-let's-humour-him Johns, that makes a lot of Johns.

The same applies to Mary and the female population of Ireland.