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SAM'S CASTLE LESLIE
HARK. We speaketh now of Castle Leslie where that good and trusty knight Sir Beatle just wed Heather his Lady fair, having picked it because they'd stayed there prior to the wedding and loved it. After my sounding the trumpet about McCartney's coming marriage in this ancient pile deep in the heart of Glaslough, County Monaghan, Ireland, which art mayhap two hours as the crow flies or the Guinness flows or whatever from downtown Dublin, thou wilt recall that Castle Leslie's mistress did release bodily fluid
upon my story.
Fade in, fade out. Samantha Leslie, the lady of yonder castle, hied herself to the Colonies last week to attend the Javits Center's fancy food fair. She is as we speak marketing The Castle's jams and jellies. And, whilst on our parcel of Aulde Sod, the lone lowly vassal she chose to meet was my own pitiable miserable unworthy self.
Anyway, so my now newest best friend, "Sammy" Leslie, came to lunch at my humble home and, while we picked chicken with our fingers, told me the Leslies date to Attila the Hun. At this news I immediately served her a second piece of chicken. She said they can track the property to the Year 400 "but it goes back probably earlier."
Samantha, who now sleeps in a 24x30-foot bedroom, says: "Early on we were so poor that our car's windshield wiper was attached with string."
This lady has since bought out five brothers and sisters and the Castle is in a trust for the next 200 years. She is committed to perpetuate her ancestral legacy. What'e'er betide, all moneys earned go into restoring the place. She, for instance, installed plumbing plus heating plus 18 loos. There's something like "five miles of walls that need shoring up" plus, I think she said, 10,000 square foot to finish in "the house." The "house" being one of 27 structures on the grounds.
For McCartney's wedding these grounds were strewn with flowers. A crew of 100 took five days to clean up. All the flowers were sent to hospitals and nursing homes.
Considering her eagerness to make this castleship a going concern, I asked how big are the grounds? Like, maybe, could the grounds take 1,000 people like for a concert?
Said Sammy: "We could fit 100,000."
I gave her a third piece of chicken.