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It's 2012, and we're at the Olympics in London.
A Scotsman, Englishman and Irishman want to get in, but they haven't got tickets.
The Scotsman looks around, picks up a manhole cover, tucks it under his arm and walks to the gate.
"McTavish, Scotland " he says, "Discus". And in he walks.
The Englishman looks around, picks up a length of scaffolding pipe and slings it over his shoulder.
"Tiffington-Smythe, England," he says, "Pole vault." And he also waltzes right in.
The Irishman looks around, picks up a roll of barbed wire and tucks it under his arm.
"O'Malley, Ireland," he says, "Fencing".
A Scotsman, Englishman and Irishman want to get in, but they haven't got tickets.
The Scotsman looks around, picks up a manhole cover, tucks it under his arm and walks to the gate.
"McTavish, Scotland " he says, "Discus". And in he walks.
The Englishman looks around, picks up a length of scaffolding pipe and slings it over his shoulder.
"Tiffington-Smythe, England," he says, "Pole vault." And he also waltzes right in.
The Irishman looks around, picks up a roll of barbed wire and tucks it under his arm.
"O'Malley, Ireland," he says, "Fencing".
