Some years ago, in the hills above Killarney, there lived Seamus and Isobel Dunne and their family of 6 boys.
It was a happy but isolated existence, so it came as a bit of a shock when eldest son Niel announced that he was off to seek his fortune amongst the bright lights of London. His parents tried to dissuade him but he was focussed on this particular dream and one day in early May he duly set off after a tearful farewell to his family. All they knew was that he would be heading for London WC5 and would be writing back with news and details.
The Summer came and went in that idyllic but changeable area of Kerry. As Autumn approached there had still been no word from young Niel and his parents were worried sick. When the local Publican, Jack, announced that he would be visiting London next week to see his brother, the Dunnes quickly persuaded him to help find out how their boy was getting on in the big City.
Jack duly arrived at Paddington Station in London the following Tuesday armed with the information he had been give .... London WC5.
As he strode purposefully across the concourse he noticed a sign to the right - "WC". He immediately made his way through the door and down the stairs where he encountered a row of small doors with numbers on.
Consulting his notes quickly, he made his way to WC number 5 and banged fiercely on the door.
"Are you Neally Dunne?", he demanded.
"Yes, but there's no paper", came a small voice from inside.
"Dats no excuse for not writing to your Mother!!".