I was wandering along a side street off Western Road, the main shopping street here and a drunk man staggered up to me out of a doorway in which he had been lying. As a cynical priest I thought "another request for a quid!", but not at all, all he wanted was a blessing, I mumbled a prayer and gave him a blessing.
"Fr John, in London always does in in Latin, Father, can I have it in Latin, Father", he said.
"In nomine Patris ....", I said.
"Thank you, Father, it works better in Latin", he said and staggered off back to his bottle and sleeping bag.