A new vicar had taken over at the small village church of St
Gregory and he was eager to make a good impression. After
the service, the congregation emerged from the church and
each shook hands with the vicar.
“Lovely sermon,” said one.
“It really made me stop and think,” said another.
All of a sudden, a rather scruffy man appeared and as he
shuffled past he mumbled, “Load of bollocks.”
Determined not to be affected by this, the vicar carried on
greeting his parishioners.
“Splendid sermon,” they said, “thank you very much”.
The vicar beamed gratefully.
“Absolute crap, call himself a vicar?” came the mumbling of
the scruffy man as he passed the vicar again. This time, the
vicar was more upset and the situation worsened as the man
kept appearing and making comments.
“Bored to tears”, “not worth listening to”, “what a prat!”
The vicar could take it no longer. He turned to one of the
congregation and pointed out the scruffy man.
“Oh, you mustn’t worry about old Ned, Vicar,” said a kindly
“He’s not right in the head, he just goes around repeating
what everyone else has said.”