Well now, Jim, that was an imprudent assumption. One way or another, out of my 69 years - 58 of them (including the latest 34) have been spent in the cities of Dublin, Waterford or Cork in the Republic of Ireland. As a result, my acquaintance with Irish culture has been both more extensive & more intimate than was good for me. `Yerra, get away out of that,' they keep insisting. `You're as Irish as any of us.' `What a damnable cheek. Get down, you bastards.' `Come on, stop acting the bloody eejit. That's just feckin' codology. Come on, come on, come on. Admit it. You're reely cultured just like we's....' So it goes. The endless entreaties. Decade after decade. The only explanation I can find is that, after the unseemly departure of all their greatest writers, they're prepared to accept almost anything as a replacement. Scottie B.