eggs in his pocket — and you know — no one would sit by him.

Mr W. But ah dont see dat yo' christship. Ah mean, ah don't see de relevence.

Rev. Well, Wabooba — let me put it this way. In Griff's eye, we are all a bunch of bananas — swaying in the breeze — waiting as it were, Wabooba — to be peeled by His great and understanding love — some of them fall on stonycroft — and some fall on the waistcoat.

Mr W. Well yo' worship, ah says dat if de Griff don't laike de peoples in de world starfing an' all dat c'n you tell me why dat de Pope have all dem rich robesan' jewelry an big house to live — when ma people could fit too tousand or mo' in dat Vatican Hall — and also de Arch bitter of Canterbubble — him too!

Rev. Ai don't think that the Arch bishoff would like to live in the Vatican with that many people Mr Wabooba — besides he's C. of E.

Mr W. Ah don't mean dat you white trash christmas imperialist!

Rev. No one has ever called ME an imperialist before, Mr Wabooba. (He smiles)

Mr W. Well ah have. (Smiling too)

Rev. You certainly have Mr Wabooba. (He turns other chin and leans forward slowly looking at Mr Wabooba rather hard. Mr Wabooba leans forward rather more quickly and they both kiss.)

Mr W. Ah forgive you in de name of Fatty Waller de great savious of ma people. (He smiles)

Rev. Ai too am capable of compassion dear Wabooba — and in the name of the Father, Sock and Micky Most, I forgive you sweet brother.

(With that they clasp each other,in a brotherly way as if forgetting they are still on camera.)

Rev. Have you ever been to Brighton dear Watooba?

Mr W. Ah jes' got back sweet christian friend non de worse for wearing.

(They get up glassy eyed and linking arms slowly walk out of the studio to the very left proving that arbitration is one answer to de prodlem.)

FADE OUT ON SUITABLE CHRISTIAN CAPTIONS

THE END

Linda forever,

Aya.

«Quand on veut un mouton, c'est preuve qu'on existe.»