The Paypal Visit 19/09/10

Background: I went to Lourdes. I helped out in processions, carrying the statue of Mary and bowls of incense.

I have experience in processions. I was called to do this one.

Right, the way there. Fairly unmemorable. The parish priest waited behind for all latecomers and the leader, some woman who has NEVER gone to church, was supposed to lead us. She has never been to London. Fucking hell.

Just in case you were confused, this is about the State visit of the Pope. Cool.

Got at Hyde Park and the leader's authority was challenged by my Dad and my uncle leading everyone to the correct entrance, not the one for the Pope. We cannot go there. Idiots.

I assembled my banner so the whole parish could follow me for some reason. I have no idea why I was suddenly made responsible for everyone. I was told to slow down so people could catch up. Fuck off, keep up. I am not responsible for the slow people that only go to church at Christmas and when the Pope shows up. Go away.

FEW QUOTES FROM MY DAD BEFORE LEAVING:
"You're dressed like that? Who do you think you're meeting?"
"Did you shave? WHY NOT?!"
"Wear a proper shirt."

Took ages to find the proper place to line up to proceed.

FUNNY LINE:
"How much is a programme?"
"£10."
"Well, that's hardly Christian."

Chortle.

Tired, I will finish this tomorrow. I apologise about that lack of quality.