Tall story telling has long been the exclusive art of the Irish. A land of?
Tall story telling has long been the exclusive art of the Irish. A land of romance and superstition, Ireland has mothered a wealth of good stories and accomplished actors to present them.
But now comes the tallest story of the lot - only this one is true.
Returning to his home in Altmore, Dungannon, Co.Tyrone, Harry McVeigh found, as many of us have at some time or other, that he had left his front door key inside.
After finding that there was noddy to answer his knocking, he thought over the idea of breaking a window and getting into the house that way. But the windows are large, the damage would be extensive, and the cost.... well, anyway Harry gave up that idea.
Only one other form of entry was possible - down the chimney. Climbing up onto the roof via the porch, Harry stripped off his coat and gently lowered himself into the stack that potrudes from the centre of the roof - hoping to come out in his sitting room.
But, half way down, Harry stuck fast. And there he stayed for the next fourteen hours until friend and neighbour, Mr.Shields, came along and heard his cries.
Running for help, Mr.Shields got some of his friends along and together they hauled Harry from the smoke stack.
Soon back on his feet, the little Irishman was led to be able to thank his rescuers for their help before going on in for a well earned rest - through the front door.