A few years ago I was in Italy with a gang from Limerick, and I found myself wandering around the aquarium in Genoa with Charlie Chappie. (We called him that because his grasp of Italian involved holding up the menu in front of the waiter and pointing to something: “I’ll have one of them chappies”). I didn’t really know him, because he was just making up the numbers when one of our friends dropped out, but you couldn’t fail to notice that Charlie was a bit deficient in the sense of humour department, though he did seem to have a very wide knowledge of wildlife.
And so, as we strolled through the aquarium, passing huge tanks with bored sharks endlessly circling, and smaller tanks full of lobsters and crabs and things like that, we came to a section of eels. And as we approached one particularly ugly specimen, I nudged him and said “See there, Charlie? That’s a Moray!”
You know what Charlie replied? “Oh, it’s one of them chappies all right.”