Lights, action, blood

The Meenister’s Log

Very occasionally, I felt that the best place (having assessed the client) was to invite the person in need of pastoral help to a hostelry in a neighbouring town.where nobody knew us and we could have a private conversation

On one occasion, a particular gent whose wife had discovered that he was visiting massage parlours and was about to divorce him, met with me in some pub in a neighbouring town.

He tried, pathetically, to justify what lay behind all this.

I was very frank and ,perhaps, somewhat too blunt  in my opinion of him, (though offering what I thought was positive advice )  but he somewhat lost the plot, and hit me over the head with a beer bottle (luckily empty)

It wasn’t even his round!!!!!!

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