Murphy approached Mulligan's bar. On the step outside he was accosted by a
nun, Sister Marie, who said:
'Surely a fine man like yourself is not going into this den of iniquity? Surely
you're not going to waste your hard-earned cash on the devil's brew. Why don't
you go home and feed and clothe your wife and children?'
'Hang on, Sisters,' spluttered Murphy. 'How can you condemn alcohol out of
hand? Surely it's wrong to form such a rash judgement when you've never tasted
'Very well,' said Sister Marie. Till taste it just to prove my point. Obviously
I can't go into the pub, so why don't you bring me some gin. Oh, and just to camouflage
my intent, maybe you should bring it in a cup not a glass!'
'OK,' said Murphy and into the bar he breezed.
'I'll have a large gin,' he said to the barman. 'And can you put it in a cup?'
'My God,' said the barman, 'that nun's not outside again is she?'