CATHOLIC MORNING COFFEE IN ROME
Four Catholic Men and a Catholic Woman were having coffee in St. Peter’s Square.
The First Catholic Man tells his Friends, “My Son is a Priest. When He walks into a Room, everyone calls Him, “Father.”
The Second Catholic Man chirps, “My Son is a Bishop. When He walks into a Room, people call Him, “Your Grace.”
The Third Catholic Gent says, “My Son is a Cardinal. When He enters a room, everyone bows their head and says, “Your Eminence.”
The Fourth Catholic Man says very proudly, “My Son is the Pope. When He walks into a Room, people call Him, “Your Holiness.”
Since the Lone Catholic Woman was sipping Her coffee in silence, the four Men give her a subtle, “Well….?”.
She proudly replied, “I have a Daughter, SLIM, TALL, 38D BREASTS, 24″ WAIST and 36” HIPS. When She walks into a Room, people say, “Oh My God.”
Boadicea's Chariot 
As my dear old Gran used to declaim, watching Malcolm Muggeridge on the telly; in black and white; Sunday evenings. “That man is going straight to Hell.”
OZ