Part 5 (1/2)

Mr W. 'I can.' (Colouring too)

Rev. Well? (He smiles)

Mr W. 'Wot ah want to know man - is why almighty Griff con- tinooally insists on straiking ma fellow blackpool inde fayse?'

Rev. A man travelling on a train - like you or I - to Scotland, had two or two bad eggs in his pocket - and you know - no one would sit by him.

Mr W. 'But ah dont see dat yo' christs.h.i.+p. Ah mean, ah don't see de relevence.'

Rev. 'Well, Wab.o.o.ba - let me put it this way. In Griff's eye, we are all a bunch of bananas - swaying in the breeze - waiting as it were, Wab.o.o.ba - to be peeled by His great and understanding love - some of them fall on stonycroft - and some fall on the waistcoat.

Mr W. 'Well yo' wors.h.i.+p, ah says dat if de Griff don't laike de peoples in de world starfing an' all dat c'n you tell me why dat de Pope have all dem rich robesan' jewelry an big house to live - when ma people could fit too tousand or mo' in dat Vatican Hall - and also de Arch bitter of Canterbubble - him too!'

Rev. Ai don't think that the Arch bishoff would like to live in the Vatican with that many people Mr Wab.o.o.ba - besides he's C. of E.

Mr W. 'Ah don't mean dat you white trash christmas imperial- ist !'

Rev. No one has ever called ME an imperialist before, Mr Wab.o.o.ba. (He smiles)

Mr W. 'Well ah have.' (Smiling too)