father nally's greatest hits

Father Nally was wandering down Kilcullen Main Street savouring the warm light of June on the small town universe.
Paddy Mac Parthelawn exited a pub and found himself right in the Padre's path.
Both parties might have preferred not to meet.
But the timing meant an encounter was inevitable.
There was nowhere to run.
The inebriate faced the man of god.
The inebriate was the first to speak.
"How are you Father?" quoth Paddy essaying bonhomie.
"I'm not too bad Paddy," sez Father Nally.
"Ah you're better than that Father," commented Paddy encouragingly.
Father Nally drew a deep breath.
"I haven't seen you in church for a while Paddy," he remarked.
"Ah well Father," sez Paddy, "I don't go to church anymore."
"And why is that Paddy?"
"Because I'm an atheist Father."
Father Nally's eyes narrowed.
"You're not an atheist Paddy," he said in his slow deadly Northern Ireland accent, seeming to savour every syllable. "You're a big... fat... lazy... slob!"