Good morning All,
I don't know if you ever experienced it, but there are days where you have the feeling that nothing will go right, and you wonder how you will manage to get things going in ANY way, then one of your problems is solved, and slowly the other pieces come into place.
I had that in 1985 at my final maths exam at high school, where I started panicking when I saw I didn't know the answer to any of the 4 questions asked on my sheet, then out of a sudden, half an hour before the end ( with a total of 2 hours available ), I remembered the formulae for question 4, and I wrote all my answers in a flash, with a brilliant final result to the test.
Yesterday I had a similar situation at work, with now every "answer" somehow in place. Let's pray nobody will come now to shake the coconut tree, and destroy the fragile time planning I have built. Result of all this, I'll be off until Tuesday, so I wish you all a great sunny week end.
I hope you'll enjoy the joke, because this was definitely not amusing.
P.S. Tapie-News: Almost a hero, final decision announced today, but it sounds like Marseille will survive and stay in prime division. For those who want to read my original story on Tapie, go to my Morning Mail Archive and look for "Meet the President".
A wedding occurred just outside Cavan in Ireland. To keep tradition going, everyone got extremely drunk and the bride's and the groom's families have a storming row and begin wrecking the reception room and generally kicking the living daylights out of each other. The Police get called in to break up the fight. The following week, all members of both families appear in court. The fight continues in the court room until the Judge finally brings calm with the use of his hammer, shouting "Silence in Court"! The court room goes silent and Paddy, the Best Man, stands up and says, "Judge, I was the Best Man at the wedding and I think I should explain what happened." The Judge agrees and asks Paddy to take the stand. Paddy begins his explanation by telling the court that it is traditional in a Dublin wedding that the Best Man gets the first dance with the bride. The Judge says, "Okay". "Well," said Paddy, "after I had finished the first dance, the music kept going, so I continued dancing to the second song, and after that the music kept going and I was dancing to the third song, when all of a sudden the groom leapt over the table, ran towards us and gave the bride an unmerciful kick right between her legs." Shocked, the Judge instantly responded, "God, that must have hurt!" "Hurt?!" Paddy replies. "He broke three of my fingers!"