Out this morning we met up with one of the beggars who sit around town with a sign reading something like: ROBED PLEACE MONEY FOR TIKET HOME. The ones I have talked to claim to be Australian, and their spatial longevity suggests they are not particularly successful. One of the party then told a number of begging technique jokes, of which the following is my favourite.
A Jewish and a Catholic beggar are sitting out of a Sunday morning, and as the congregation comes out of church they without exception pass the Jew giving him nothing and then make a generous donation to the Catholic. A more kindly parishioner goes up to the Jew and says, “Look, maybe you should try dressing up like a Catholic, get some beads, you know the stuff.” The Jew turns to his Catholic colleague and says, “You won’t believe this Chaim, now they’re telling us how to run our business.”
- Augustine attacks Jerome’s Vulgate for diverging from traditional fucked translations
Here: A certain bishop, one of our brethren, having introduced in the church over which he presides the reading of your version,
- Christmas dinner in church
I know where I should be grazing this Christmas, thanks to the Archbishop of York: We are so lucky in this country
- Ngram: afternoon nap vs siesta
Rather weary yesterday PM after a morning’s rabbit-hunting, so bumbled through Evelyn Waugh’s brilliant Decline and fall and Vile bodies, which
- East London justification of the greengrocer’s apostrophe
Walking home through Hackney this evening, I met a charity shop with a sign that read, “Donation’s welcome.” “Are you sure
- Church of England converts sinner!
Huge empty East End church by a Wren assistant, burnt in 1850 but apparently un-Blitzed. Nice index from 19th century clock