Sister Martha

Antony approached Tomy's bar. On the step outside he was confronted by a nun, Sister Martha,

Martha said: 'Surely a fine man like yourself is not going into this house of ignominity? Surely you're not going to waste your hard-earned cash on the devil's bar. Why don't you go home and feed and clothe your wife and children?'

'Hang on, Sisters,' said Antony. 'How can you condemn alcohol out of hand? Surely it's wrong to form such a rash judgement when you've never tasted the stuff?'

'Very well,' said Sister Martha. Till taste it just to prove my point. Obviously I can't go into the pub, so why don't you bring me some gin. Oh, and just to camouflage my intent, maybe you should bring it in a cup not a glass!'

'OK,' said Antony and into the bar he went. 'I'll have a large gin,' he said to the barman. 'And can you put it in a cup?'

'My God,' said the barman, 'that nun's not outside again is she?'