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'My spoken material is about the facts of life,'  I was explaining to the Mother Superior.  'I've been asking people what they were told, how they were told it and did they ask questions. Terribly funny...'



  
During my Where do Babies Come From? talk at the Metrodeco Café, Brighton, a superfluity of nuns stopped at the window to listen.  In the street later that week one of them glided up and said how much they had enjoyed hearing me sing.  'And we wonder, might you please sing something for our charity evening?'

I said, of course, sister.  

The nun nodded.  'That's very good to hear.  But just to correct you: not sister - but Mother Superior.'

She then asked about the spoken material in the show, in case some might be included on the night?

I explained that I had been reading from my forthcoming book.  While on tour I had asked people how they had been told the facts of life.  

'Really funny and weird,' I said.  'And very likely not too rude for...' 

'OK, that will do,' said the Mother Superior, her sleeve magically staying put as she held up her hand to prevent my going on.  'Just the singing, I think.'  

Her face said praying for me wouldn't do any good at all, as she added, 'And about you going around and prying in that way.  I will just advise you:  God does not want us to overreach ourselves.'  


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