A certain candidate in the general election was canvassing on the Dunmore Road one night before polling day.
He knocked at a big, detached house and a little boy, aged about seven or eight, opened the door. To the amazement of the politician and his supporters, the child had a big cigar in one hand and a glass of brandy in the other.
“Er, is your Mammy or Daddy at home,” they asked. The little boy grinned from ear to ear as he tapped the ash from his cigar on their shoes. “Idiots, what do you think,” he answered, before slamming the door in their faces.
