G'morning Vern, 

 VH> And James falls down on his knees and says, "Say it won't be me, Lord.
 VH> Me auld mither couldn't live wid' the dishgrace!'

Sounds like the wee devil Seamus in the Greek Classics class who, 
when asked to name a fimous half-man, half-bull blurted out 
"Buffalo Bill, y'honour"...

 VH> An' Peter goes down flat on the floor and says, 'Plase don't let it be
 VH> me, Lord.  There's not been an informer in me family for tree hundert
 VH> years!'

Ah, Peter is it !? Not Peter the IRA suicide-bomber who carried 
out tirty-tree missions ?

 VH> An' then Judas, that dirty, lyin' Judas says, 'Gorblimey Gov'nor!  Yer
 VH> don't fink I'd turn ya in for thirty bloody quid?!?!'"

Y'can tell that the good Father has a real soft spot for the 
English - probably that bottomless bog in the back of County 
Galway....

:-))

--- Maximus/2 3.01