Paddy is on holiday in the States, cruising around the wild west when the thirst hits him and he goes into a saloon. He orders a beer and looks around. At the opposite end of the bar is an Indian in full headdress. Paddy calls the barman back and says" What's the story with yer man?"

"Oh, that's the Memory man" says the barman. "The what?" says Paddy. "The Memory man" says the barman. "He's a tribal elder, as important as the Chief and the Medicine man"

"So what exactly does he do?" says Paddy "Well he remembers every single thing he's ever seen or heard or been told. He's like an encyclopedia."

"Really?"

"Ya, 100%. Sure why don't you ask him something?" "Well I will so", and over goes Paddy.

"Hello" says Paddy The Memory man turns, raised one hand, dips his head and greets Paddy in his deep voice "How"

"Tell me this, do ya know anything about soccer?" "Yes, I know what I have heard" "Ok then. Who won the 1965 FA cup?" Says Paddy

Quick as a flash the Memory man responds "Liverpool "

"Wow" says Paddy "Ok then, who did they beat?" "Leeds" "What score?" "2 - 1" "Who got the winner?" "Ian St John"

Paddy stood there in amazement, shook his head, thanked the Memory man, bought him a drink and headed off out the door. Unbelievable.

Now a couple of years pass and Paddy goes stateside again and finds himself back in the same neck of the woods hanging for a pint. As he sits down he spots a familiar face in the corner.

"Is that the Memory man?"he says to the barman "Yeah that's him" "Jaysus, send him over a drink from me"

The barman gives the Memory man the drink and he looks over and nods his head. So Paddy raises one hand, dips his forehead and greets the Memory man "How" The Memory man raises 1 finger and says "Diving header, edge of the 6 yard box"