Father Frank

Was at a colleague's wedding party the other night (they got married in the UK and are on a multi-leg honeymoon) in some bar when this smelly old giffer walked in. "uh-oh, nutter" I thought.

But no. Well, smelly and old, yes. Unwelcome nutter, no.

It was Father Frank, a friend of the newlyweds and quite a few people there. He's a retired local Catholic priest that they'd somehow befriended. Amusingly, when asked what he wanted to drink, "wife beater" came back the reply. No ordinary priest then.

After about an hour and just after scoffing lots of cake, he got up, put on some priest-y robes and blessed the bar. And the doorframe. And the pooltable. And the floor. And everyone in the bar. Whilst doing this, he was sprinkling holy water on each item he blessed. I kid you not. It was ace.