His High Holyness...

Dear His High Holyness Pope John Paul,

I have just got back form my summer holiday.
There was, 'no more working for a week or two and everybody needs a
summer holiday to make our dreams come true'. During mine I fulfilled a
life times ambition and visited the Vatican.
Oh what a day! I was in joyous spirits amongst the crowds of people,
bristling with anticipation. The air was filled with a truly 'holy'
atmosphere as I patiently waited for Gods right hand man to address the
masses. As the tension grew, I was swept forward on a wave of euphoria.
I surged to the front with nimble steps. I wanted to get as close as
possible so that perhaps some of your supreme piousness my rub off on
me.
I crossed my chest with reverence to God, as you stepped forward palms
aloft.
What happened next left me stupefied.
In your flowing gowns of spirit like white, you, Pope John Paul, looked
straight into my eyes and waved at me, yes ME!
Hallelujah, oh sing Hosanna, I cried, I felt blessed.
On my return to England, I started to wonder. I became puzzled and
confused. How do you know me? As you must, to have waved in such a
manner and looked straight at me? I have racked my brains but still
cannot remember how we were aquatinted.
Were you ever a teacher at Wapping South Primary School, perhaps in the
remedial classes I attended? Or the Bromly-By-Bow figure dancing troupe
The Sparkling Tango's for some reason springs to mind. If not my mother
swears, oops pardon me, that you used to be the Chairman of the East
Anglia Bingo Callers Association. The only other situation I can think
of is when I was the flag boy for East Goring Salvation Army Band;were
you involved in this?
Please help me with my query, as I have been through all my photo
albums, to no avail.
I have enclosed an old photograph, to maybe jog your memory.
Also, if you are ever in the area, do not hesitate to drop in for a cup
of tea and a chat about the good old days. Religion ain't what it used
to be, not like when I was a kid.
I eagerly await your reply.

Yours sincerely

Ofar Quarson.

P.S. The local MECCA bingo hall is just a stone throw away and I am a
good friend of the manager, so I am sure I can get you in free.

NO personal reply however I did find a horses head in my bed the
following week.!