"Look, you," said Delilah Pew to the rather bareboned person sitting beside her, "don't I know you though? you ain't the Reverend Morgan, are you? Reverend Kevin Morgan from Jerusalem Tabernacle in Ponty? my Mam goes to your Chapel, says you got a lovely preaching voice, she's always had a soft spot for Preachers, a very soft spot!" but Morgan, or Kev the Rev as the local kids had called him, put a finger to his lips, to ask Delilah to shush: "they know me here as Zadok, the veritable High Priest, on account of I'm in the Sanhedrin, along with Halo Jones and Larry Parry, d'ye remember them?" and Delilah pulled a face: "me Mam would, she and old Halo was palsy-walsy behind me Dad's back; she told me, when she found out she was expectin me, old Halo thought he's got a Hole in One! but it was me Dad, mind him – Obadiah Pew? if you close one eye and looks sideways at me, ignoring everything below me shoulders, I'm told there's quite a likeness, see?" but when Zadok looked at her like that, he couldn't see anything above her shoulders, so mesmerised was he by the gyrations below them! which was when Sam's Son, Tom, came back in: "Reverend Morgan!" he exclaimed, "or Uncle Kevin, which do you prefer? it's been a few years since I've seen you – I like your robes, is it for a Fancy Dress?" at which Zadok looked hurt: "it's my Robe of Office," he said petulantly, "as the High Priest, don't you know, and less of the 'Uncle' that was just what your Ma said to call me, for a joke, like," and Sam's Son asked: "are there a lot of Ponty people here? it seems everyone I meet comes from home," and Kevin/Zadok agreed: "oh aye, Bach, I think someone sold a lot of Time-shares round the doors and Ponty Pilot, mind him? a one-armed, one-eyed, one-man travel agency, with one holiday destination and one plane, brought out a load of folk from Ponty and another load from Llareggub and then he went tits-up, sold the plane for scrap and he joined the Foreign Legion, talks his way into a deal with the Romans and next thing he's appointed as Governor Plenipotentiary – which means he collects the rents and pays the soldiers, which is why he's only got about a dozen, they was up on the hill watching the match between the Israelites and the Philistines, oh, wotta fine scrap that was! it's a shame you missed it, boyyo, we won the first round, then the second, they came back in the third and fourth so the fifth was the decider but the sun was getting low so it would be an acronical one, long shadows and poor light, so Old King Saul, he says to the Philistines: 'ok, we'll give you a fair chance, our Champion against yours, winner takes all,' and he nominates wee Davy Jones, from Ponty – isn't he your third cousin twice removed? - just to show we wasn't gonna pull a fast one, and they puts up a big fat slob who could hardly walk, nor talk, always shovin pies into his gob, and he comes rollin down the hill and Davy – who prefers skill over brute strength, biffs him one on the bonce with a ball-bearing from his sling and Goliath gives a great almighty groan, falls down and creates an earthquake and a tsunami, and goes out like a light! and that was it, three to two, we won – best war I've seen since Gaffer Gilbert fought Trotter Thomas for the Conkers Crown of Ponty, seven years ago! which reminds me, if you happen to see Ponty Pilot, remind him that our claim for compensation is going to be called in the High Court on Monday and he'd better be there!" and Tom felt a sudden pang of conscience, for it was because of his Da recalling a loan he'd made to Ponty Pilot that all the holidaymakers had been stranded here for seven years and the loan money had been needed to buy Tom a van to transport him and his band and all their instruments and speakers and gear from gig to gig, but after their first gig the rest of the band sacked him as their singer and hired a bloke from Rhyll who had his own van so they didn't even need Tom to be their driver and in a fit of pique he'd parked the van on the sands at low tide and when he went back for it it was gone, with all his song-sheets so he couldn't even sing for his supper on the long walk home.