I visited Belfast in 1996, it was just them coming out from under the years of the Troubles as they call them.
We, me, me mother and me sister, were having tea with the owners of the Bed and Breakfast where we were staying when their 20 month old daughter come running thru the room nekkid as the day she was born, and her father, not missing a beat, said: "That's not right" and scooped her up.