WC

[Seafood]

Seamus was in his local in Dublin and started chatting to an older woman. He told her that he was off to London, England the next day to look for work. “Could you do me a favour?” asked the woman. “When you get to London, can you see if you can find my son? He went away over a year ago and hasn’t even written to me.” Seamus said he would help and asked what his name was. “It’s Dunne,” replied the woman, “and he said he was moving to somewhere in London with the postcode WC something. “Leave it to me, Mrs Dunne!” and the next day, he set off. When he arrived in London, Seamus went for a drink in a pub and noticed a door stating “WC”. He went inside and knocked on one of the cubicles. “Are you Dunne?” he shouted. “I am,” came the reply, “but I’ve no paper!” “That’s a lame excuse for not writing to your mam!”