The evangelist at my local halal butchery yesterday, very earnestly trying to convert the guy on the counter by handing him arms full of books and magazines, not wanting to take no for an answer, had a stammer which I'm not making fun of - but added to the bizarre spectacle. Both of them far too polite to tell each other where to get off. Good thing customers get priority - or I'd still be waiting for mince to make my spaghetti monster sauce.




