Canon Charles Hutchinson, a close lookalike of the late Benito Mussolini, il Duce, once Anglican chaplain (I mean Hutch was) in Istanbul ... oops, I meant to say Constantinople ... had the good fortune to meet Mgr Roncalli, at that time Apostolic Delate in, er, Byzantium. He displayed (Hutch, I mean, did) an autographed photograph of that prelate ... and, beside it, two more autographed photographs of rising clerics.
He used to offer admirers this scholion of the three photographs: "I think I am probably the only Anglican clergyman who has been kissed by the Pope, the Ecumenical Patriarch, and the Patriarch of Moscow; and, you know, they all smelt of garlic.".
I am confident that there will be many readers whose relationships with PF are close enough for them to be able to tell us ... er ...
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If only PF smelt of garlic... I have been told by those who have been near enough know that he reeks of sulphur.
Sulphur. Brimstone. Burnt ozone.
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
…
So, take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks!
(Or is it?)
I thought PF was supposed to smell of sheep. Given his attitude to congregations he disagrees with, that could be mutton with plenty of garlic, of course.
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