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Whilst my "brethern" were walking the highways and byways of the traditional routes of Northern Ireland on Saturday, I was sitting on my backside looking after the boys at the "parsonage" of Faith UMC in Grand Rapids, because Saturday was a "ladies day" over here. Sally was speaking about her work with Dundonald Family and Community Initiative at a United Methodist Women's event in the morning, and then attended a "Life Party" in the afternoon. For the uninitiated a "Life Party" is another term here for a baby shower.

Anyway, I asked Sally if she wanted to post any reflections here as in a "guest slot" but she declined, saying that there wasn't anything extraordinary to report... Except, that is, for the big question she was asked after her presentation in the morning...

After speaking about the difficulties and the delights of working in a community development programme in Ballybeen she opened the floor to questions... A few came, including one concerning the perennial trans-Atlantic mistranslation of the word "craic" as "crack". There were a number of other questions over lunch... Then, at the very end two ladies sidled up to her and said "We've got a question for you..."
"What's that?" said Sal...

"Have you ever seen Daniel O'Donnell live in concert?"
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jools said…
for the love of all that is righteous tell me the answer was no ...
Tuesday, July 15, 2008 4:52:00 AM
Virtual Methodist said…
I couldn't possibly answer on behalf of my wife...
Tuesday, July 15, 2008 5:35:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Jools, the answer is a categorical NO! And my husband's deliberate ambiguity on the subject is very mischevious...
Tuesday, July 15, 2008 5:55:00 AM
Virtual Methodist said…
Ah... But your concert going history reads like a roll call of shame... Chris De Burgh, Cliff Richard... need I go on? Daniel would fit in there nicely!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008 7:29:00 AM
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