There are times when I would love to have been a fly on the wall.
One of those times was last month when a priest was doing a slide show for parents at a primary school.
The fucking idiot went and gave them a free showing of a porn collection by mistake.
Now if a priest wants to collect porn then that is fine by me, provided it is adult porn and not the kiddy fiddling variety. If he wants to spend his evenings developing healthy muscles in his right arm then so what?
It’s one thing though for an adolescent to hide a stash of smutty magazines under his mattress for private use, and another thing entirely for a priest to display them on a screen for the edification of a group of strangers. Forget the smutty pictures – my fly on the wall would have been studying the faces of the audience. That must have been a joy to behold?
He claims though that he doesn’t know how the images ended up on the memory stick he was using. He says he wished he had checked first. Heh! I bet he did.
Of course he could be entirely innocent.
It could just be a case of random atoms and molecules charging each other up and randomly creating a pattern of bits and bytes that by sheer coincidence form the pattern of an image file that was not of the variety to show a maiden aunt? Like a digital version of an infinite number of chimpanzees typing on an infinite number of typewriters and eventually producing the complete works of Shakespeare? Stranger things have happened?
No. Maybe not.