The sunday mass in Imola is over, so it is time to climb the mountain. In the stone there is carved:
The seat in row four goes to Kiltrash: The Dean of Liverpool thought it strange the following morning when he blessed the visiting aircraft there were no engines.
Closer to the altar on row three Treadigraph: Gawdstrewth, has the Air Force been trying to make bio fuel from cabbage again?
In the second row, Surplus: Lubrication is essential if you're going to mess with a Flanker.
The holy truth lies in the words of Buster Hyman: I said Vectored Thrust, not Rectors husk!
Congratulations Buster Hyman! The father, the son and the holy spirit are on their way delivering the holy grail ....errrrr... CST.