Sir Barry…

When I was growing up in England there was a period when Ireland’s IRA (Irish Republic Army) was visiting terror on British soil.

Violent crimes including bomb threats and shootings occurred.

One in particular always made me shudder…kneecapping.

A brutally effective bringing down of an opponent.

On the day of Hubs’ total knee replacement surgery my brother in London responded to my What’s App message with,

“…Barry Gibb was knighted today…”


Now Hubs used to work for the Bee-Gees so that wasn’t as random a response to my update on his brother-in-law’s condition as one might imagine.

Hubs’ comeback was a verbal rimshot,

“Great! He was knighted, I was kneecapped!”


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