Quote Originally Posted by Banquo's Ghost View Post
And now you have given me a chance to tell an amusing cheap sectarian anecdote.

I once had the honour to escort a young lady of high birth and cheekbones but limited intellect on a date whereby we found ourselves watching a Civil War re-enactment at a friend's estate. (Yes, I know how to show a lady a good time). There was cannon fire and general to-and-froing, which seemed to captivate the delicious creature. Cavaliers bellowed deprecations on the size and shape of Cromwell's dangly bits, whilst the altogether more sober Parliamentarians contented themselves with cries of "No Popery".

Her delicate brow furrowed as she struggled with some momentous divination, before turning to our small crowd and asking, sweetly doe-eyed: "Those Parliament fellows: Why do they hate dried flowers?"
Many chuckles.

Now, who do I sic the "Hounds of God" upon? I've been torquing up my Torquemada auto-pliers and I am rarin' to go!