Good Friday driving through Dunmore East many years ago we got a notion for a perverse pint (it is one of only 2 days in the year when pubs are obliged to shut) we dropped into the Strand (where we had worked some years before) knocked three times and went into a full bar. But, as the two pints were put in front of us in came the guards, notebooks at the ready.
Very slowly Sile and I dissolved towards the gents where we knew there was a stairs which led to a back door and freedom (which we realised).

The Great Escape Indeed.