Wizz approached the bar for his usual Christmas Eve bar tipple. On the step outside he was accosted by a nun, Sister Marie, who said:
"Surely a fine man like yourself is not going into this den of iniquity on this sacred eve? Surely you're not going to waste your hard-earned benefits on the devil's brew. Why don't you go home and look after your wife"
"Hang on a minute, Sister,' spluttered Wizz. 'How can you condemn alcohol out of hand? Surely it's wrong to form such a rash judgement when you've never tasted the stuff?"
"Very well," said Sister Marie. "I'll taste it just to prove my point. Obviously I can't go into the pub, so why don't you bring me out some gin. Oh, and just to camouflage my intent, maybe you should bring it in a cup not a glass!'
"OK," said Wizz and into the bar he breezed.
"I'll have a Guiness and large gin," he said to the barman. "And can you put the gin in a cup?"
"My God," said the barman, "is that nun still out there?"
Have a great day xxx
The best psychological health comes from admitting your faults and recognizing they're caused by someone else.
Wizzzard xxx
