Has the bloody man no sermon to write?. No hellfire and brimstone to invoke? No ten commandments to promote? No dead to mourn? No prayers for world peace to make? No choir boys to dandle upon his bony knee? No old ladies to fleece of their bequests? Why can he not just act like a bloody vicar, serve indifferent sherry and dispense an air of other worldliness to all who call upon him? Interfering old Welsh fool.