An Irishman an Englishman and a Scotsman were sitting in a bar in Sydney. The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, the food exceptional. "Y'know," said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home. "Why, in Glasgow, there's a little bar called McTavish's. Now the landlord there goes out of his way for the local's so much that when you buy four drinks, he will buy the fifth drink for you." "Well," said the Englishman, "At my local, the Red Lion, the barman there will buy you your third drink after you buy the first two." "Ahhh, that's nothin'" said the Irishman. "Back home in Dublin