Two english ladies were discussing their vacation plans on a London street corner near an irish lady.

“We’re planning a lovely holiday in Devon this year”, said one.

“Oh you oughtn’t to do that,” said the other, “there are Irish there! It would be awful.”

“Dear me!”, said the first lady. “Well where are you going?”

“Salisbury”, she replied.

“But Salisbury is simply crawling with Irish!”, the first objected.

At this point the Irish lady could no longer hold her tongue.

“Why don’t ye go t’ hell”, she suggested. “There be no Irish there!” (Bill Lawson)