This is the spiritual journey of me, Eccles, my big brother Bosco, and my Grate-Anti Moly. Eccles is saved, but we've got real problems with Bosco and Anti.
This is me, Eccles
This is me, Eccles
Thursday, 17 February 2022
Pope Francis goes on the attack
Sunday, 29 July 2018
"Eat up your greens!" says Pope Francis
"Eat up your greens! Or do something else with them."
Coming soon is the Pope Francis Recipe Book, with a whole chapter on what to do with your leftover fish and bread. Eat it yourself ("we never thought of that"), turn it into something different ("if we had some roast beef, we could make it into roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, if we had some Yorkshire pudding"), give it to the poor ("Fish and bread? You joking, guv? The Anglicans are offering us gluten-free vegetarian unleaded low-fat hummus and soya fritters")... The possibilities are endless.
This should really be part of our "How to be a good pope" series. How to preach a sermon on the Feeding of the 5000 without saying anything that might offend the non-religious.
Over in Eccleston Square, the Catholic Bishops of England and Wales have a better idea:
No message from the American bishops, who are all at McCarrick's farewell party.
Yes, that makes sense. Each Apostle was given a "goody bag", or, more precisely a "goody basket" of leftovers. Most of them didn't want any more food, and gave their share to Judas Iscariot.
Cardinal Dolan Judas Iscariot, after eating 12 baskets of fish and bread.
Anyway, back to Pope Francis, and his message about leftover food. Remember to eat up your greens, don't leave food on the side of your plate, or, if you really can't finish the food, turn it into something different. Eccles cakes?
Oh, and don't mention Jesus. I did, but I think I got away with it.
Wednesday, 25 July 2018
"I've never even heard of McCarrick" says Cardinal Farrell
"But you lived with him for six years. Er, not in the 'Biblical' sense, of course..."
"No, it's all lies. I may technically have been ordained by him, but I really don't remember him. I was too busy trying to look holy."
Looking holy.
"Isn't that a Father Ted joke?"
"Look, I never met Father Ted. Or Uncle Ted."
"But you served as his auxiliary bishop."
"Did I really? That seems very improbable."
"You have no memory of Uncle Ted at all?"
"No, you know how is it when you're a priest, you get to meet all sorts of people, even your own bishop, but you can't be expected to remember names and faces."
"So when Cardinal McCarrick was having carnal relations with half of the young men in Washington, you were totally unware of what was going on?"
"That's right. I never heard any gossip. Or mysterious screams in the night. Or complaints."
"Thank you, Cardinal Farrell, I'm so glad we've cleared that up."
"Can we talk about my new discovery that priests have no credibility? Anything to change the subject..."
"So you've never met Cardinal Farrell, Holy Father?"




