I went to a Catholic School (even though I wasn't Christian) becasue my parents thought it would have more dicipline then other schools. During the two years I was there I became friends with our Chaplin - Father Chris, a very funny guy who had a terrible, almost devilish sense of humour and collected ceramic frogs. Becasue of him I'd always had respect for the Clergy, I mean I had before but I began to think of them as a bit more human. (Plus he never told me, I was going to burn in hell for my heathen ways - that's another story).
Anyway, so yesterday I'm reading the paper and I come across an article about the Bishop of Southwark who got wasted and woke up without his mobile phone etc and assumed he'd been mugged.
It seems not, the good Bishop had had a few drinks at the Irish Embasy and was so drunk when he left that he climbed into someone elses car (in Crucifix Lane), claiming to be the Bishop of Woolwich and precceded to throw the owners stuff out the windows before they could physicaly drag him away as he wouldn't believe it wasn't his car. The owners later found his breif case and handed it over to the police who managed to put the two reports together and reveal that the Bishop was responsible for his own injuries. So it seems it was Reverand Bulter in the Billiard Room with the Bottle of Whiskey all along.
Well you can't get more human then that.