My brother is one of these people who always lands on his feet. Even though he’s feckless. Very feckless. He was in London with a friend recently and he left his wallet on a table at the entrance to an art exhibition. He decided that it was bound to be whipped so he went up to a random policeman to ask where he should go to report it lost and yer man looked at him asked him his name and where he lost it. Inevitably some virtuous londoner had just given it to the policeman and he handed it over. How lucky is that?
However, got this mail from him yesterday: “”Lost my damn phone on Friday, left it on the roof of my car with my wallet and drove off- Aaaarrrrggghie. Unlike you I haven’t found that the absence of a mobile phone has had a liberating effect on the spirit. Will probabally get a new one tomorrow.” Or he could just wait until someone drives round to his house to give him back the old one.
on 28 September 2004 at 15:18
Brothers were invented purely to be slightly too lucky, and sisters were invented so brothers had someone to crow to. 
on 28 September 2004 at 15:52
That’s what my sister says about me. No – wait a minute. That’s something else.
on 29 September 2004 at 05:18
And he probably doesn’t even attend Mass every Sunday, with or without a restless child. It just ain’t fair!
HJB, the Swiss, you have to admire them..
Norah, accurately observed.
Silver, you might say that, I couldn’t possibly comment.
FT, of course, he doesn’t go to mass every Sunday, in fact he only goes when he’s in Cork for the w/end and my mother gets him out with a cattle prod.