Storyteller's World

Driving home from the hospital this afternoon I found myself behind a red Oxford Bus Company bus. On the back this advert:

This bus is red green.
A sexy particulate trap thingy makes this exhaust cleaner than a vicar's sermon.

By the time we got to the next traffic lights, I realized I had been far away in a distant fantasy, in which a parishioner leaving church shakes my hand and says, "My word, vicar, that was the dirtiest sermon I've ever heard!"
People have been shocked, or upset, by some of my preaching on sexuality. But no one's ever called them dirty, exactly. On second thoughts, it's probably an ambition too far.