Sir, – 282. My bicycle chain had a puncture and my front tyre fell off! (Excuse to a teacher from a teenage boy late for school, circa 1960). – Yours, etc,
Sir, – 283. Sorry, I can’t hear you, you’re breaking up. – Yours, etc,
Sir, – Regarding Frank McNally’s list (An Irishman’s Diary, February 9th and correspondents since) I would add the following excuse in the Socratic method. 284. “Says your aul’ one to my aul’ one, will ye come to the Waxies Dargle? And says my aul’ one to your aul’ one,
I haven’t got a farthing!”
– Yours, etc,
A chara, – 285. Ní féidir liom Gaeilge a labhairt. – Is mise,
Sir, – 286. It was my fault. – Yours, etc,
Sir, – 287. The Bart Simpson Defence: “I didn’t do it. Nobody saw me do it. You can’t prove anything.” – Yours, etc,