In the words of the Virgin Mary, where in the name of the eldest fella did that come from? This joke of a country has once again gotten its facts completely mixed up, and this time with the help of the even more inept religious order that holds tightly, even still, onto the balls of this country in a manner that would put a Stafford shire bull terrier to shame. Now it may come as a shock but I’m not what you’d call a Christian of papal proportions. But be that as it may I feel compelled to endorse a fact that undoubtedly Basques in the glory few enjoy of being beyond contestation. Namely that on the very first Good Friday the man himself drank alcohol and did NOT eat chocolate eggs.
Not that it matters since a twelve pack of Heineken's tinned fare and a box of Birdseye's finest quarter pounders are chilling with the defiance known only to a few in my fridge.
