With the fifteen-breasted goddess who fell from the sky?
With Blossum's dog who ate 16 bars of chocolate on Christmas Eve?
With Gerry blaming a power cut for both a first century riot and Sean's four children?
Or just a normal night at Zac's?
You've got to visit, really you have. My literary abilities aren't up to fully describing the wonder of a church for ragamuffins.
I love it.