The Irish, God love 'em!

The Irish do not lend themselves to psychoanalysis
-- S. Freud

Bono is at a U2 concert in Ireland when he asks the audience for quiet.
Then in the silence, he starts to slowly clap his hands.

Holding the audience in total silence, he says into the microphone...
"Everytime I clap me hands, a child in Africa dies."

In the silence that follows, a loud voice from near the front of the
audience pierces the quiet...

"So stop clappin your fuckin hands then!"