I had the
most bizarre dream. I dreamt that some old farmer from Co. Mayo advised me to take up painting. He said "look, I painted tat", then showed me his thumb, and I said, "don't tell me you managed to do that yourself? Did it take you the whole week-end?". He said, "Well why doesn't everyone become a painter and make a living that way?" I said "Wow, did your ma drop you recently? If people can't buy houses, where would they hang the bloody paintings?" Then before I started pulling what was left of his hair, I woke up, and realized I had downloaded all the uninteresting bits and the bit I wanted to see ("the stuff you can persuade your body to do". Luv those things) was not in them.
Note to hosts: Next time you mention "kids to feed", leave ample time for the old farmer to softly say "Kids? What are they? Why have them?". Having said that, he'll then probably fall asleep. Let him. Anybody will tell you he needs to rest. People that age shouldn't be left in a hot TV studio for too long. At least open a window next time, and provide drinks (no, no alcohol).
Also, when Irish rural folks say something you don't understand, don't freeze, just say "awwww", or sigh in a ladylike manner, like the lady did. - That was nice and polite: You're scoring high with old ladies in Altrincham (maybe).
note to technicians: Old Irish farmers have a tendency to fold their arms defensively when asked about, well, anything really. Make sure you don't fasten the mike to his jacket. He's bound to hit it. (I keep warning sound technicians about that: the shoelaces is the place you want. And that's not totally safe either)(although with age he's getting less flexible).
That dream was a scary reminder that time makes you all Mellow
and that some people can go straight from kid to old person without ever doing the middle bit.
That's weirder than Michael Jackson. They should lecture at Uni about that. I too wanna learn how you skip being an adult
...
It's too late...
to myself. 
