How clean is that, then?
Driving home from the hospital this afternoon I found myself behind a red Oxford Bus Company bus. On the back this advert:
By the time we got to the next traffic lights, I realized I had been far away in a distant fantasy, in which a parishioner leaving church shakes my hand and says, "My word, vicar, that was the dirtiest sermon I've ever heard!"
People have been shocked, or upset, by some of my preaching on sexuality. But no one's ever called them dirty, exactly. On second thoughts, it's probably an ambition too far.
This bus isredgreen.
A sexy particulate trap thingy makes this exhaust cleaner than a vicar's sermon.
By the time we got to the next traffic lights, I realized I had been far away in a distant fantasy, in which a parishioner leaving church shakes my hand and says, "My word, vicar, that was the dirtiest sermon I've ever heard!"
People have been shocked, or upset, by some of my preaching on sexuality. But no one's ever called them dirty, exactly. On second thoughts, it's probably an ambition too far.
2 Comments:
I hadn't considered that a trap thingy could be sexy.
Tony, I never pictured you as the Howard Stern of the pulpit! Just kidding, of course, but I'll confess that I've occasionally given into the temptation to say something shocking from the pulpit just for the sake of shocking my listeners...
...or was it just for the sake of being known as the kind of preacher who says shocking things from the pulpit?
Hmm. Excuse me, I think I need to go repent now.
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