A Dram o’ the Cure and Other Medical Miracles
A tale that will surely confound scholars and mortals alike.
Sure, 'twas a fine morn down the glen when I saw I'd grabbed the wrong satchel at th' Aer Lingus merry-go-round, didn't I? I opened 'er, and lo! 'twas full up wi' angry-looking cutlery, upon which I gashed meself and turned full widdershins about, wailin' as a banshee might fer me Ma and Da. Faith and begorrah, I threaded the wee sewing needle with a length of dental floss, white as a ghost’s Sunday drawers, and swore on...
