Celtic Science

There was a Scot, and Irish person and a Welsh person, all scientists, discussing their fiercely independent countries' efforts to join the space race.
'We're goin' on a richt, bricht, braw nicht to Neptune,' said the Scot.
'Amazing!' said the Welsh scientist. 'We'll be goin' to Alpha Centauri, look you!'
'Ah,' said the Irish scientist with glee, "we're doin' better than either of you, begorra! We'll be off to the sun!'

The others digested this information with grave countenances. Then the Scot said, 'But, my wee bairn, you'll get scorched by the sun! You'll never get near it!'

The Irish scientist grinned. 'We've planned for that,' he said. 'We'll be goin' at night!"