There’s nothing the people of the Bann Valley love more than a good laugh. (Except maybe fadge) Indeed, some of the residents there have been known to laugh as many as three times a month and nothing tickles them to mirth like an old fashioned ‘Knock Knock!’ gag.
Here is a selection from around the district;
Smyth Crescent: Knock Knock!
Someone wanting drugs.
Glenone: Knock Knock!
Ah Christ, forget it.
Mayogoney: Knock Knock!
How did you know?
Sorry, there must be a mix-up, we’re with the Kilrea doctors.
Ballynease: Knock Knock!
The Argyll & Southern Highlanders, who else would it be at 4am?
Main Street: Knock Knock!
Ooops, sounds like someone just got lamped outside Pat’s Bar again.
Ballymacpeake: Knock Knock!
Bus leaves Clady Hall at 7 sharp, bring me back a light-up-Jesus.
Glenone Villas: Knock Knock!
Too ra loo, too ra lay, sure it’s six miles from Bangor till Donaghadee.
Clady: Knock Knock!
Bar who…Shit, hi son, run down to your da and tell him the brue man is here.
Lisnahuncheon: Knock Knock!
A female sheep.
Gortgole: Knock Knock!
Are you looking money?
Well come on in then.