Talk About Global Warming.

As we got through a winter that's a little bit worse than previous winters, everyone starts moaning. Whether it's because this is the worst winter ever or because when they were young it took 20 foot snowdrifts before people even started to think about putting a jumper on or the one bit of snow and this country grinds to a halt (usually said by old people who waddle to the post office and then to the shops once a week and have not actually experienced driving for the last 20 years).

However, the one moan that has amused me the most was by our old "friend" the forgetful priest.

During a recent conversation (fortunately not with me) he managed to say "talk about global warming" three times. This was in addition to his usual query regarding holidays, where my colleague was born and which church she goes to.

Needless to say, once he he said it for the third time, both Hamish and I sniggered to ourselves.

However, as amusing as we found this exchange there was more to come.

As he was exiting the shop someone else was trying to come in.

"talk about global warming"

However, that's not what we really thought was funny.

At the exact moment he said warming, his trousers fell down.