Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.

But I liked Yeats! That wild Irishman. I really loved his love of language his flow. His chaotic ideas seemed to me just the right thing for a poet. Passion! He was always on the right side. He may be wrongheaded but his heart was always on the right side. He wrote beautiful poetry.

Have you heard about the Irishman who reversed into a car boot sale and sold the engine?