Who I yam and from whence I come.

“Tip” of the morning to you, as we says in tha Irish mohel business. Waal, hectually, thar’s not so mooch we says in tha Irish mohel business. D’ya see, I tis the warld’s only Irish mohel, I tis. How did it huppen? From whence did I spring, fully formed and cuttin’ mighty lak a rose?

Waal, that's whut I propose to tellya in this bloomin' blog. Becuz affer me, thair ain't no more Irish mohels. D'ya see, it dies, tha snippin', tha clippin', tha 'take a little oof tha top,' d'ya see, it stoops wi me.

So stay tuned right hair. And me whole story, I will reveal. Piece by piece. One installment a day. Without faille, me friends. Without faille.

That's all fer now.

"Doyle, the Irish Mohel."