If only all worship was like this. The liturgical dance, where Edith chased Hnaef around the Orchard with a sand-wedge before hitting him in the eye with it, was quite a triumph of the imagination. Although personally I would have used a five iron. We've never involved cars in our worship before, but the procession of "Tiger Driving" was quite spectacular. Mind you, the tree surgeons tell me they've got a heck of a job to do, and Young Keith's going to be knocking panels out for the rest of the week.
And then the "Parade of the Naked Tiger". I've no idea where they got the idea from, or the pictures, but all that bare golfer-flesh on all those hand-woven banners was quite a shock to some of us. And quite a revelation to others. I believe that Shirlagh has taken one of them back to her room to sleep under.
We've now discovered, thanks to the Heresiarch, that the banners were illegal under an injunction taken out forbidding the showing of any pictures of any naked part of Tiger Woods. Unlikely as it may sound, although I suspect some of what we saw on the banners is definitely... ahem... covered by the injunction. Which presumably makes the pixel
we have located in this posting illegal as well - although we're not going to reveal which part of Tiger this actually is. If there's fines involved this could well cost us a fiver, we reckon.
No comments :
Post a Comment
Drop a thoughtful pebble in the comments bowl