In the service of Ecumenical and Left-Footed relations (and Bickerstaff hopes to have a Left-footed announcement soon, by the bye), we have dug around to find something for the Fenians among us to say "Amen" to.
We did suggest a playing of The Wearing of the Green, in the interest of parity of esteem and all that Blairite malarkey, but His Reverence kicked up such a fuss, we abandoned the attempt.
I had no idea anyone could sing The Sash my Father Wore so loud, or so badly.
He did, however, concede on the below--Civility bein' ever our watchword.
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