[telling an anecdote over dinner with Dr Selby
He was a great barrel-chest of a man - heart like a steam engine, lungs like a pair of bellows. "Slip your trews down, man," I say. So he lets his trews fall down round his feet. "And your under-drawers," I say. "How can I examine you with your drawers on?" "I'd rather not," he says. "I'm very sensitive - it's my person, it's very small". "Good heavens, man!" I say, "That's nothing to worry about. I see dozens of them every day - big ones, small ...
The Minstrel Boy
Lyrics by Thomas Moore
Performed by Glynn Edwards
[Tune: "The Moreen" (Irish traditional)] See more