“Don’t pick your nose.”
“I wasn’t picking my nose, I was scratching.”
“You was picking it, while you was talking to that lady.”
So busy are Mr and Mrs Big Nose bickering while witnessing the Sermon on the Mount, that, as any Monty Python fan knows, instead of hearing His Words “blessed are the peacemakers”, they hear “cheesemakers”.
“Ahh, what’s so special about the cheesemakers?”
“Well, obviously… it refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.”
John Cleese and Michael Palin may have been in jest, but the dairy industry, and particularly that of cheesemaking, has long had a close, even symbiotic affiliation, to religious houses.
