'All Hail Pastor Jack,' they
chanted in unison, followed by, 'Ooooh, what have we got here then?'
They moved towards me, arms
outstreched, and formed a circle around me.
'This filthy sinner requires
to be repented,' said Pastor Jack.
'What colour?' asked Basil,
and I smiled inwardly, pleased that The Pastor was going to have to put up
with the same silly comments I had listened to all these years.