En route to The Wrestlers Annual Reunion at The Bridges Public House in South Darenth, Kent, Father Mungo Macaneny announced that Lulu, in whose roadster he was a paying passenger, was more than his sais, using the Malay word for Chauffeur, “I should hope so,” she retorted, rather more tartly than she intended, “you are my 'soul-mate' dear Lulu,” he continued, with the effect of causing her to do an emergency stop in the overtaking lane, to considerable honking of horns, squealing of tyres and cursing from other drivers as they shimmied past, some of them even having swung round and now overtaking them in reverse along the clock-wise M25; “it's jist a whigmaleerie,” said Lulu, in some agitation now, “yer a Cafflick Priest, fer Chrissake, an am a Lezzie, it cannae go naewhaur,” but she agreed to his suggestion of a stop at the next roadhouse for a bowl of jambalaya and triple Scotches to settle their nerves, which was when he told her how nervous he was at the prospect of meeting his old grappling pals and learning the names of the 'absent friends' who had departed in the past twelve months for The Great Changing-Room in The Sky which even brought a tear to Lulu's heavily mascaraed eyes as he gripped her hand and vented his fear that he might be an 'absent friend' himself, by next year's reunion! “never having known the pure joy of 'no-strings-attached' sex with a wummin,” he whispered, so that the lorry-drivers at the next table should not overhear; “are ye a virgin still?” she whispered back, and he blushed to his few roots and his eyebrows, “err, well, no exactly, but,” and he rushed the rest, “never, ever, not never not even once with a person of the opposite . . . . . err, inclination,” and hung his head in shame!