Today, whilst munching on a bag of sugar filled flying saucers - I had a flashback.
There I was, St Mary's Church, Fawdon, circa 197... something ... kneeling at the communion rail participating in the taking of the bread and wine. Real wine, but sadly, someone, somewhere at some point past had the bright idea of substituting real bread for those plastic looking, wafer articles.
Which had a tendency to stick to the roof of your mouth.
Which resulted in a frantic grab of the chalice and much gulping of wine.
Which very likely explains why I much prefer white wine.
But what were they thinking? It's doesn't look like bread. It doesn't taste like bread and it damn well isn't bread.
Why? Just why?
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