Bloomsday

Well ... there are also the Joycean pub crawls, theatrical events, general thrashing around ... :-D

Yes, but this is just a good excuse to do it some more. And in larger numbers. I'm interred at present, so the day is going to be quiet here. Until everyone else is finished doing exams, I'm marooned. The next ten weeks should more than make up for it. :-)

"Dear dirty Dublin."

[ June 16, 2001: Message edited by: Ian Johnson ]

A favourite (I'll have to do this from memory - it's late, I'm in a rush):

I hardly hear the purlieu cry
Or a Tommy talk as I pass one by
Before my thoughts begin to run
On F. McCurdy Atkinson,
The same that had the wooden leg
And that filibustering fillibeg
That hardly dared to slake his drouth,
Magee that had the chinless mouth.
Being afraid to marry on earth
They masturbated for all they were worth.