Are y' online then, girl?
I am, at that.
Well, don't ya know that Katie herself turned sixteen th'other day.
No -- is that the way? Sure, it seems like she was just a little girl.
Well, sure, she was just so -- a wee little bit of girl. But, sure, sixteen years is nothin' at all, at all, anymore. It's all relative, like.
Ah, 'tis.
'Tis. Sure, wasn't it Einstein who said it long 'go. Time, an' all that. It's all relative.
Boys!
And, sure wasn't it Cousin Din himself who use't say, "When it comes to family, it's all relative."
Sha -- and himself still a young man.
Ah, no, he's gotten old himself. Sure, his head is as white as me own. He could pass for a seanathair.
Is that the way?
'Tis. Time's gone like the speed of light, 'tis. Einstein an' all that. But, y'know they trew a big party for Katie herself an' all, a mob there was, with a DJ.
DJ? Well, now, do ya mean Denis John?
No, girl, not at all. Sure, 'DJ', that's the shorten'd thing for a Disc Jockey.
Like the man on the horse, it it?
No, that's what the Yanks call the man who spins the records, like, on the phonograph. I'd wager he'd never spent a moment in the saddle.
But, now, are the Yanks still playing vinyl?
Ah, they are. 'Tis altogether sad. They're years behind us now, the poor tings. Sure, haven't we been sending money over for the last few years.
Creatures!
And, here I'm just after downloading a few tunes from Flogging Molly. And, Himself, no better than the Yanks -- he wouldn't know that lot of punks from the Clancy Brothers. Sure, he wouldn't know Peg O' My Heart from JPEG.
But, still, he's a fine figure of a man.
That he is. Sure, I'm just fixing a batter for his blessed pancakes.
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