Sentence The Fourhundredandeightyfirst

And so it might have remained, in the Church of Our Lady of Longformacus, with Father Mungo Macaneny in his alcohol induced reverie – or Dram Dwam as my mother would have called it – lost in recollections of his days as a star wrestler in ITV's World of Sport, but for the arrival of Lulu and

her Girl Gang with the pantechnicon, for so smitten as Father Macaneny (or Archbishop Makarios, as Maude continued to call him) was by Lulu, he began to regale her with his reminiscences of the last reunion he had attended of the Dream Team, interspersed with memories of his life 'In The Square Ring' complete with action replays of decisive victories over Mick McManus, Jackie Pallo, Kendo Nagasaki and Giant Haystacks, while the girls, full as ever with zest, vim and vigour, under the eagle-eye of Daphne, began hauling the documents out of the long-unused natatorium, installed by a priest whose private passion was long-distance swimming, and loading them into the capacious hold

of the pantechnicon as Daphne herself recorded each transfer, leaving Maude and Lulu to revel in the detail of Father Mungo's somewhat sententious testimony; and while Maude billed and cooed, Lulu oohed and aahed, and Father Mungo puffed out his chest and offered to teach Lulu the Full-Nelson and Pitchfork (holds or throws, I got a bit lost here) which she accepted with suspicious alacrity! prompting Maude, whose only regular exercise is completing The Scotsman crossword with a mug of strongly fortified coffee and a cheroot, to enter into the spirit of me-tooism, asking if the Archbishop would change into a leotard for the lesson and whether she and Lulu should discard some of their own clothing also, and Father Mungo's eyes were out lick organ-stops at the prospect, although he was probably only thinking of Lulu at that moment!