Colin from Ireland

The miserable newcomer, Colin, is sitting in the snug at the Never a True Word, in front of him a double vodka. His companion, Mandible Winkworth, is enjoying a large Red Leicester ploughman's. He glances at Colin's glass. 'Is that permitted?' The grim reply, 'Oh yes. I'm allowed alcohol.' For a few moments there is silence until Winkworth asks, 'And you're from Ireland?' Colin considers before answering. 'So, my grandfather was from County Sligo. And he met my grandma at the local market.' He stops and thinks. Suddenly his face cracks into a wide smile. 'That's the first time I've ever used the word 'so'  at the beginning of a sentence. I guess I've finally joined the twenty-first century.'