Martin Heavey was telling about a man in Portarlington many years ago who owned a donkey and cart and was employed by the council to clean the streets. He had a man helping him of course and one day the donkey owner went into a shop and bought two apples. Naturally he ate one himself and gave one to the donkey.
Another story from Portarlington concerned a lady driver stopping her car and enquiring the road to Carlow. The man on the footpath told her to go to Portlaoise and turn left. "But isnt this Portlaoise" ? said the driver.
Well if it is said the man then I must be in the wrong town.