For I have sinned. And then some. Do you have time to hear me out? No, I don’t mean do you have time before your next appointment. I’d barely get started. I mean, do you have time? Have you asked him up there how long you’ve got? You of all people must be in the know.
And my list of perfidious deeds, carnal sins and general debauchery is gonna take some time to get through. Another 10 years? That all? I guess I’d best wait for your replacement then. I don’t want to get half way through confession and then have to start all over again with the next chap. What’s that? Speak to the hand, because the pope ain’t listening? Really….tsk.
Really, the Pope photographed below is just a waxwork. In case you hadn’t guessed. I hope you had. He and JPII were amongst the more realistic models the Wax Museum had on show. Not totally realistic, of course. I mean there were no young choir boys…wait, I shouldn’t go there. I may already have upset those of the faith with yesterday’s post! Well, the ultra sensitive ones anyway.
But there’s no getting around it. Whilst Mexicans are generally extremely tolerant of other religious beliefs, (and the younger the Mexican the less interest, if any, they are likely to have) that’s not to say they’ll have anyone messing with El Papa. Or the Lady of Guadalupe. Virgin jokes are off the menu. Which is kind of a shame, because I’m just absolutely full of them. I’ve been here so long and been so inspired, yet there is no release for the more wicked puns in my head. I’ve so full of pent up frustration. Now I understand how those celibate priests feel, and…wait, no I wasn’t going there.
In six months I’ll be back in the UK and free to let them all burst out. But no one’ll get any of these jokes there. Virgins have gone the way of the Dodo back in Blighty. By the time they’re old enough to be told about it, they’ve got a couple of bundles of joy already. Perhaps there is something to said for this religion stuff after all.
But anyway, back to the point. Mexicans do like their religion in general. Some take it to real extremes, particularly outside of the city, where beliefs can be held so strongly that adjectives such as ‘conservative’ and ‘traditional’ just don’t come close to describing the sentiments the people hold. Some would call it downright narrow mindedness at times.
But what really made me chuckle, just a little, was watching peoples reactions in the Wax Museum. The ‘chingas…’ that echoed around the room containing the Mexican presidents disappeared, and the visitors became sombre. And some even kneeled and crossed themselves when they approached JP and Roly. Ay caramba, amigos and amigas…..it’s wax!!! You’re praying to wax! It won’t help. Unless you happen to be in urgent need of a candle, in which case…