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“Pray tell me, dear bar tender, what kind of jolly jape is this?” That wasn't exactly what I said, but it was along those lines. My mate had dragged me down to the local Irish club last night to watch four scantilly dressed young women perform a string of their international best selling hits. Or so I thought.Barman reckoned it was an good name for four vertically challenged old men, dressed head to foot in green and singing old Irish songs.