At last they stopped, and one of their number entered the Parliament with a camera. What dastardly deed had been commissioned? Quickly he worked, for by this time a posse of Security men had fanned out to find him. Dashing hither and thither around the Parliament they searched. But not in time. As the perpetrator sashayed out of the building one rather short and rotund uniformed flunky called him over.
His name now entered into the Parliamentary book of shame he was let out. Beer beckoned.
"What is your name?"
"What is you name?"
"And a happy New Year"
"Show me your ID!"
"OK, if you must"
By the next morning a mysterious change had occured to the sacred text. The NO had been altered to a YES by some sleight of hand. Could this a preperation for the Irish? Is this the way it will be done? Underhand, in the glowing dawn?