This concept does not apply to Ireland, where you can probably connect people in three steps or fewer.
Ger and I were in Foleys for the match.
GAA of course, none of this big-girls blouse stuff!
A group of lads walked down the stairs, bedecked in Offaly jerseys. Of course we had to shout
"Come on Offaly."
They stopped in their tracks.
"Howaya girls. Are ye from Offaly?"
"God no. Westmeath."
"Oh where abouts?"
"A small place outside Mullingar. Raharney. You probably never heard of it."
"Raharney? Course I did. Sure my mother is from the Hill-of-Down."
"Really? My niece Lauren married a chap from the Hill."
"What's his name?"
"Holy Jayus. He's my first cousin!"
Sure enough I had found a way-out relation. After a few more questions we discovered that Lauren and Glenn had had Megan's christening in this chap's hostilery only a few months ago. So we had both been at the same function there!
After he had left one of the guys from Foleys, who obviously had been listening in, asked
"Is EVERYONE in Ireland related?"
Pretty much so!
Myself and Adrian Foy, my second cousin once removed through the keyhole......or something like that!