I remember in the Royal Navy on my second aircraft carrier the three Holy Ghosts/sky pilots/dodgy deacons, [Navy talk for the vicar, priest and free churches pardre] who where running trips to see the sights in Italy from their office. They called their little business Bishvistatours [bish from bishop,vista from vistor with an Italian twist and finished it with tours] proving even the holiest have a sense of humur

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We where berthed in Naples and the reverends had booked a coach company to run us all around on vists to Versuvius, Herculanium , Rome Monte Casino amongst other places.
On the last morning in port the three where parting company with the coach firm owner and his bodygaurd , [I was QuaterMaster on duty on the gangway] when I overheard from the coach firm owner to the reverends that should they come to Naples again and they want good prices on anything or to hire his coaches that he was very good friends to the local Mafia and they look after them .
I later told my mess mates and that sick military humur came to the fore with a passable Italian accent [could you imagine it a Vicar , a priest, and a free churches pardre walking around Naples guarded by men in sunglasses and black suites armed to the teeth .





comical
Dave