I am obliged to a dear friend and occasional reader of this nonsense, a Mr Trellis of North Epsom, who has encouraged me to share a little of the details of the birthday shindig in the Vatican. I have just arrived home, and would perhaps be better advised to collect my thoughts before attempting to chronicle the events, but I think that someone spiked my food, and I appear to have let my abstemious and well-behaved self slip into the background. I cannot really feel guilty about this (there is so much in Catholicism to feel guilty about, after all), as Keith Moon in his heyday would be hard pressed to outdo some of the scenes witnessed this weekend. As a consequence of the tampering, I have to confess that I am unclear about which of the following scenes could be hallucinations and which actually occurred. I must confess that I tend towards the latter.
I am not, as you all well know, a judgemental person on the whole, and believe that the Pontiff is allowed to let his tiara down every 80 years or so. I therefore ask you to treat these insights as confidential, and not to be spread around to satisfy the curiosity of the masses.
- David Beckham is not aware that the pope is catholic. He is aware of where his wife shat. It was not, unfortunately, in the woods.
- Variety acts can be very entertaining, I allude to the display put on by around 24 cardinals, in full crimson attire, singing “Satisfaction” while dancing in the style of the Tiller girls. (If you are under 50, look it up. I am too jaded to be bothered with explanations).
- The archbishop of
- Some Swiss guards are very camp given the opportunity. I would rather not have found this out.
- Even though I have know Ratty for years, I have never seen his impersonation of Deirdre from
- Sadly, the clearest recollection I have, and I pray to the deities of all the major religions that I imagined this, was me and Ratty urinating off the balcony into
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Our curiosity is satisfied. Thank you.
oh thanks. and there i was, dancing around the square with an empty perrier bottle trying to catch some like a loon. next you'll be telling me it isn't holy.
Post no good without pictures. And don't use the old one of the empty bottle of creme de menthe with a prophylactic stuck over the neck again.
Did he get any interesting presents?
David, and you can tell by the fact that I am using your Sunday name, that you have been very naughty, you know very well that he got at least one interesting present. Although "inappropriate" might be a better description than "interesting". I have been told by Ratty, in an unusually sombre tone, that in future your welcome in Roman parts will be cooler than before.
It was the wrong size, anyway.
First Nations, the act of eliminating from an eighty year old bladder a concoction of Benedictine, copious amounts of Guinness, several servings of the cocktail known here as "Torquemada's Brainfucker" and a diet Dr Pepper will often cause the eliminator to exclaim, enthusiastically, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!". Whether that makes the product holy is an ecumenical matter.
So that was you pissing off the balcony. Quite ruined my cornetto.
Hello Jane. Or Jane P as you seem to fashion yourself. A name like that lends itself to ruined cornettos.
(For my non british readers, (A Mrs Trellis of North West Virginia), a cornetto is an iced confection. Just in case you were confused.)
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow you all the days of your strife; but you shall dwell in one of the dungeons in the Rattican for ever."
Why do you think they call it St. PETER'S square?
Hello Donn.
One day I will think of something quasi-worthwhile on your journal. Until then I reserve my right to lurk.
I'm still waiting for my £300 - did he give it to you to pass on?
Ziggi, you know as well as I do, (and don't blame me for publishing these details - you brought the matter up) that your fee was only payable if the service that you provided was truly unique. The college of cardinals had seen a similar display from a young lady from Albania in 1992, and she had the decency not to include live animals in the performance. Although you managed to exhibit an admirable degree of suppleness and dexterity, you failed to meet the basic criteria of the contract.
6 hail marys and 7 holy shits.
I just loved it when you put on the Popes hat and began a rendition of 'I can see clearly now". One word of advice, the next time you attempt to make a pyramid out of Cardinal hats, remove them from the Cardinals heads first.
pythons are tricky to train especially with such short notice.
Broomhilda, your wisdom and experience in matters with deep religious significance is welcomed.
Ziggi. Try to do better next time. I have heard that the Ecumenical Patriarch of Constantinople has a soft spot for caramel truffle.
sounds like a fine time!
I've come here again (if you'll forgive the familiarity) as you kindly invited me, but you don't seem to have moved on much further.
Surely a man who mixes with Popes and has such interesting readers must have more insights about the world to share with us?
Vicus: Not only are you my cross to bear, you've made Charlotte Bronte spin in her grave like a tubercular top. (Except it was Emily who died of tuberculosis and Charlotte died of childbirth? Anyway, they all died, and there's an end to it.) At long last, sir, have you no shame?
Oops, the above comment is to the post above this one. My bad.
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