These two Irishmen are going on a flight from Dublin to Australia. The first loves flying. He could fly for ever given the chance, and a big enough ticket. But the other one hates it. He's terrified out of his mind.
Anyway, the two take their seats, the plane takes off, and after the first hour, the second Irishman turns to the first and says,
"Paddy I was wrong.?"
"Why's that Artur?" asks Paddy
"This flying malarkey ain't bad after all. I think I could get used to this."
Seconds later, Arthur looks out of the window and sees one of the four propellors give out a puff of smoke, and then stop moving.
The intercom coems on and the pilot starts to speak. Arthur is too busy crapping himself to hear much, other tham, this plane can fly on three engines, we'll just be one hour late."
A few hours later, when Arthur's nerves have finally settled again, the worst thing that can happen happens. Another engine stops.
Again, pilot says the same thing. "This plan can fly on two engines neigh bother, just we'll be two hours late."
Thinking it can' get any worse, Arthur tres to sleep. He is woken a few minutes later when the third engine dies.
"Sorry about this folks, but we'll be flying on one engine for the rest of our journey. This is nothing to worry about, this plane, she can fly on one engine neigh bother. We'll just be tree hours late."
"That's great," says Arhtur turning to Paddy.
"Why's that Artur?"
"If that final engine gives out we'll be up here all night."
