Sherlock Holmes

I must confess that I had a certain desire to test the miraculous powers attributed to the Blarney Stone.

I very soon changed my mind, however, as Holmes and I stood there, high on the turrets of Blarney Castle, and watched a terrified initiate being hauled up by his ankles and yelling at the top of his voice.

Pull me up!

Pull me up quickly!

I think I'm going to faint!

Great Scott, I had no idea that kissing the Blondie Stone was such a hazardous proceeding, huh?

It would seem that eloquence could be more easily obtained than by hanging suspended by one's ankles from a battlement with a hundred foot drop below and kissing a piece of stone.

Oh, I'll never do that again.

Oh, I'll never, never do that again.

I must say, I don't blame the fuller.

And yet, my dear chap, on our way over here, you've expressed a sneaking desire to kiss the stone yourself.

I'll be very happy to hold your ankles if you want to try the experiment.

No, no, thank you.

After witnessing the ceremony, I've changed my mind.

Then I suggest we make our way back downstairs.

I don't think there's much more to be seen up here.

Very well.

By the way, Holmes, do you know the origin of the superstition regarding the Blarney Stone?

Yes, I do, old chap.

The stone was... Oh, yeah, the stone dates back to the middle of the 15th century.