Gone with the wind -Part Deux

Since the cloud of volcanic ash has finally moved from the skies of Craggy Island I was going to asked the RAF to fly a mercy mission and escort a guest who has long out-stayed his welcome. I would even give him a bottle or two of my finest to help him on his way. But then I had a call from the RAF stating that they found something on one of their engines and they were grounded again................

So I still have to suffer those confessions and if I have to suffer them then you should as well.....

And so it came to pass on the 5th day after the departure of dear sister S. - I cannot bring myself to mention her name in full - and act which made people wonder if there really was a higher power and had the world ended right there and then, the absolute truth for the real reason was suddenly revealed in its total naked glory. Well not all its totally naked glory. It's not Christmas just yet.

That a person that lives in a close land that we sometimes are generous and simply call it England had some spare cash that he wanted to donate to charity and if only he would have waited he could have dedicated the gift to whom the grace really was intended and not some upstart who discovered she could fool all the people all the time.

But our five foot nothing princess discovered that she had a real rival in her mist. One who could, when the mood was right, eat her for breakfast and still have room for lunch. And thus to show who the real queen of the tv was. Who really had the imagination and creativity to quote some recent words we could experience a real master-class. And not from one who had gone from 0 to 60 in twelve months and now who's only real 'idea' was to drop her pants and stand in the corner waiting for the camera to find her and pout when it did not. The prospect of not being number one was untenable so better to leave when you think you are.

So endeth today's sermon. The last one had over 160 views and not a single reply etc. You can do better than that.

Long live the real queen. Vivat Vivat reGInA

GIRLS !!

Hey father JH
Be realistic.., stay on earth..,dont "drink" too much.., or else
you and your article will be gone with the wind

grayday wrote:Feckin hell Jack this will get the Scarlet lovers going. I would like to see Regina back though.

My son. Those that are blind will never see.

But Sister Regina is not mentioned in this post. This time you must read between the letters or where Sister virGIniAgave her master-class.

Feckin hell Jack this will get the Scarlet lovers going. I would like to see Regina back though.

Difficult for me to master full of hidden meaning of Fr Jack.
I shall thus limit myself to this only remark. I wonder that in a spirit so lenlightened did not come the idea that the one who leaves make because she is sought and that she is capable of exceeding that the one who stays will never be.
The one who stays is there since when?

And now " In the country of the blind persons the blind in one eye are kings"

Ted! .... Dougal! .... He's over here! ....

.... Time to go back to St. Clabberts, Father Jack.

(excellent post btw) .