Johnnie B, The Beard Of Baltinglass...

Forced to have a pint this afternoon, while waiting for The Child to finish her music class.

Music class?

Thirty children mangling music thro the medium of the Tin Whistle.

An orchestra so awful, it deserves a place in Guantanomo Bay. Or Abu Gharib. (Or Hel.....l)

Anyhoo, met up with Johnnie B, whose tractor (and regular mode of transport), is currently mothballed.

"De phookin Gards whont let me drive hit" he lamented, "Whitoot de phookin woad stax an inshooranche"

Johnnie hasnt a tooth in his hairy head.