"Oh, my head hurts. Feels like there's a ferris wheel in my head, and every cage knocks the back of the eyeballs." "Yeah, and my tongue feels like it's stuck in a shearer's sock!" "Ooohh. What sort of wine were we drinking anyway?" "Cheap. And I think it was grown on the steep side of a hill!" "Huh? How do you figure that?" "We kept falling over..." "Seriously, why do we do this?" "Not sure, Reverend. I think it's the falling attendances..." "What???" "There's always so much communion wine left over!"
(Taken from an 80s radio sketch, no idea of the writers)
