I am not afraid to say
what you think and when
I do, I am accused of spying,
eaves dropping, peeping, or
worst of all Sinnisism!

Yes, Sinnisism is not a misprint.

When I was an active alcoholic
I used to go into the local church
in Mallow, my home town and
sneak into the confession box where
I sat in the centre, the priest place to
drink in peace.

One day, someone came in, pulled
the slide, looked at me through the
cabbage strainer and said, " Bless me
father for I have sinned ". I heard her
confession, but gave her no penance.

I met her later in the week, in a local
pub and it was then she realised that
I was a Psychic, but not only that, she
still felt guilty because the good father
left her off without 3 Hail Mary's or an
act of Contrition, the latter of which I
helped her with, after Long's Bar closed.