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Low life

The vicar struck the first blow. And then he told us all a joke

It was all going reasonably well until that old chap turned his back on me

20 June 2015

9:00 AM

20 June 2015

9:00 AM

Before delivering his sermon, the vicar said we must offer one another the sign of peace. He struck the first blow by stepping forward and thrusting a stiff karate hand at the nearest inert parishioner and demanding that peace be with her. I hoped to get away with shaking hands with just the pair of female deaf mutes in my row or, if the spirit moved, with the very elderly woman in front of me, subject to her having the agility and the ambition to turn around.

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