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Dear Grauniad,

it's not that I can't see why you find the story quirky and amusing and generally reminiscent of Father Ted, because I can:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/religion/Story/0,,2204547,00.html

But honestly: while I don't expect you to treat the matter reverently, couldn't you come up with a slightly less lame way of refering to the consecrated wine than holy tipple? Fail.

I suppose, incidentally, this puts paid to the urban myth that priests are exempt from the breathylyser test in Ireland. I suspect that the claims of an Anglican priest of my acquaintance, that Church of England clergy are exempt from the law on speeding if they're going to take a service are similarly mythical. (In case anyone is getting worried, my friend has neither a driving licence or a car, so don't panic about being mown down by a vicar on his way to Evensong....)

Help plz?

Any Anthony Price fan out there remember, or have the books handy enough to be able to check, whether Audley refered to himself as being from the Home Office or the MOD when dealing with the police in The Labyrinth Makers?

Alastor Moody and the Fury in the Dark, II, AKA the fic that just grew.

The next installment. Not got to the plot, as yet, but several of our heroes get varying kinds of surprises. I have also just realised that the fic will need some sort of prologue. Curse my inability to plan!

I am not JK Rowling, Sidney Newnham or Verity Lambert, or the BBC. I'm also not Dorothy L Sayers, though one person paraphrases Peter Wimsey at one point. As ever, con-crit welcome.

( On to the WIP-iness, all nearly 1500 words of it! )