His full name is Padraic Pearse Kelly!

Kathleen Mary Kelly is VERY Irish too!

Lovely name

I know a Londoner called Frank, and when I hadn't known him long, he said something that made me ask if his family was Irish. In a broad London accent, he said, "Well, me name's Francis Joseph Patrick Quinn."

Thanks Bill
Sorry to hear about the pollen Bill, that's a thoughtful gift

THank you, both for the recipe, and for the great pics
The state of medical care is not much better I'm afraid Steve, the system is completely, and it's costing a lot of lives
I'd forgotten about your castanets Jer!

How are you getting on with the Space Lamb?
Thanks buddy, only another eek until my appointment, but I might as well not have attended the last one
It LOOKS good Daniel

As does your Lambsfoot
After leaving Charlie's, I went into town. I very rarely go into Leeds city centre at weekends, and I'd forgotten how busy it gets. There was a '
Goth Fair' in Leeds market, with some very bizarre-looking stalls, and bizarre-looking old Goths!

Ray, Tool Man's
Teddy Boy mate, who has the stall next door, was DJing at the event, which must have been Teddy Boy Hell!
I had 5 minutes with Ray, and also had a chat with a couple of traders I know in the outdoor market. There's a nice guy who sells army surplus gear. He's 6ft 4" and I'm 6ft 3", and he was just telling me about a policeman he knows who is 6ft 6", when some young lunatic appeared, and interrupting his tale, said, "You don't need to be more than 6ft when you're a trained semi-professional cage fighter." The guy laughed, and said, "You're nothing like 6ft!" He then started asking about body armour, which he supposedly needed for a movie he was starring in, and then turned his attention to some very inexpensive combat pants, asking, "Would these be any good for kicking someone in the head? Because I need to be able to kick 7 1/2 feet in the air!" I wandered off, but when I passed through again later, I spoke to the army surplus guy again, and we were laughing about it. I guessed that he didn't even buy the trousers, and the bloke told me that he'd said they were a bit expensive, and that he'd have to wait until he received his unemployment cheque! I guess cage-fighting and movie stardom doesn't pay as much as people think!

Leeds Market, I'll miss it when it's gone!
I decided to get something to eat, but the food hall was absolutely packed, so I returned to the Tunisian stall I went to on Thursday, which is a little tucked away. Got a great sandwich, though it was a little messy to eat!
My mate rang me to say he was his way into town, with his youngest lad, and so we arranged to meet up for a coffee. I spent half an hour with them, before walking back through the crowds of shoppers. City councils everywhere in England are always changing and resurfacing pavements, and it's something of a national sport. Quite a dangerous sport in Leeds today though, as for some reason, the council had put down some sort of aggregate, which became as slippery as custard when it got wet. I'm assuming the job is only half done, but if so, it should have been cordoned off. Since it wasn't, the material had been walked onto all the surrounding streets, and people were going down like nine-pins with several quite seriously injured
I'm just thinking about what to have for my tea

Hope everyone is having a good day