Three Irishmen, Paddy, Sean and Shamus, having left the pub a wee late one night, found them-selves on the road which led past the old graveyard. "Come have a look over here," says Paddy, "it s Michael O Grady s grave, God bless his soul. Helived to the ripe old age of 87. Good blood, those O Grady s!" "That s nothing," says Sean. "Here s one named Patrick O Toole, it says here that he was 95 when