Cheers!
A friend of my father is a retired clergyman who came to the calling late in life after many years working in an iron foundry.
His first parish was a rural community where several pubs surrounded the market place.
In one of these pubs, a group of farmers decided it would be fun to try and drink the new vicar under the table.
It was a one-off incident...
Biting the hand that feeds IT
