A Man Of The Cloth
Ailz: So what do we call you?
Priest: Father Graham, that's what I'm called. Or 'Ere You.
That won me over. A sweet man. Early middle age. Neat beard. Lazy eye. A giggler. Efficient too: he took out a notebook and wrote down everything we told him about Eric. I gave him the story about Eric selling plastic boxes to Freddie Mercury without knowing who he was.
Priest: Father Graham, that's what I'm called. Or 'Ere You.
That won me over. A sweet man. Early middle age. Neat beard. Lazy eye. A giggler. Efficient too: he took out a notebook and wrote down everything we told him about Eric. I gave him the story about Eric selling plastic boxes to Freddie Mercury without knowing who he was.
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Myself, I am just in awe that such incredible talent existed.
He was beautiful, wasn't he?
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A funny, shy little chap who turned into a god on stage.
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Aw!
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Sometimes the clergy surprise you. The last-minute one we got for my mother's funeral (in a Boxing-Day blizzard) rose up and gave us Bede's sparrow. Perfect.
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I always compare the delivery at every funeral I attend, and Rev Bob's has been the best by far, every time to date...