Connor was walking down O’Connell Street when he was approached by a homeless man asking for a few coins to buy a meal. The poor fellow was shabby and disheveled and smelled like a pig sty. He looked so pathetic that it was hard to refuse him. Connor took out a 10 euro note and asked, “If I give you this, how do I know you won’t just spend it on drink?” “Oh don’t worry about that sir. I stopped drinking 10 years ago.”  “Well, that’s fantastic,” said Connor. “I’m going to take you home so you can get cleaned up while my wife cooks you a slap up meal.” The man was bewildered. “But won’t your wife be angry if you bring home a down and out like me.” “Well, I suppose so, but this way she will learn what happens to a man when he stops drinking.”