Woodsy came in a wee bit later with this minister cunt. - This is Reverend Brian McCarthy of East Pilton Parish Church. He's supporting the gig, Woodsy telt us. This straight-peg cunt in a dog-collar grins at us. Ah wondered if he was eckied.
Ah didnae huv long tae wait before findin oot cause Woodsy goes, - Ah've goat some great fuckin good Es here, and handing one over to the Rev., urged him, - Neck it, Bri.
- I'm afraid I can't take.... drugs... the poor cunt sais, looking horrified.
- Neck it man, neck it and find the Lord, says Woodsy.
- Mr. Woods, I can't condone drug-taking in my parish...
- Aye, well whaire's yir parishioners then, eh? Woodsy growled, - Yir church wisnae exactly stowed out when I wis doon last Sunday. Mine wis!
There were some wee kids and some mothers and toddlers coming into the hall. - When's this rave startin then? a woman asked.
- In a wee minute, eh, Amber told her.
- It's great thit thir daein this for the bairns, another mother said.
The minister cunt walked away, leaving Woodsy shouting at him: - Fuckin hypocrite! You've nae spirituality! Dinnae fuckin tell ays otherwise! Satanic cunt in a cloth! Thirs nae church except the church ay the self! Thirs nae medium between man and god except MDMA! Fuckin scam artist!