Another twatty priest excels himself

OK so you are on your way into a public building and you see a Harold Ramp dossing down in the doorway, probably stinking like a public lavatory in Lagos and surrounded by syringes indicating that he's a junky (and therefore odds on has every kind of Hepatitis not to mention TB, HIV, the Ague and Viral Equine Encephalopathy) and also probably not 100% of sound mind right now. You're not going to go and wake him up and offer him a cup of tea are you.

Well if the tramp was a knobcheese of a vicar in Wales and he was testing his flock you should do.

Mr Rigby said he had intended to communicate a "serious message of acceptance in an emotive way", and used the example of the Disciples not recognising Jesus on the road to Emmaus after his resurrection.

Well yes but there's a bit of a difference between recognising someone walking around who you are convinced got nailed to a plank the other week and avoiding a pissed up junkie.

He said he had tried a similar stunt twice before in Newport and London - where the congregations had been more generous.

And more stupid, obviously.