I tweeted a photograph of this sign when I was in Dublin on Friday.
When I saw the name, I was immediately brought back in time to teenage years, to when it was fun to make play on names.
Days when it was a laugh to call a house and ask for John Wall, and then Mary Wall and when told they were not there to ask if any of the Walls were there. When answer was in the negative, the obvious question was how the roof was staying up. Easily amused.
Annette Curtin was a name used to liken something to see through – it gets worse.
About ten years ago, I was working on a project and copied on some emails from Mike Hunt – that name also brought me straight back to teenage humour and discussions as to why not Michael Hunt or Mickey Hunt.
Hugh Jarse was another such name to bring a smile back then – and now in memory.