One of my few fans has written to me, as if further to confirm his good taste, to say how much he liked the story of the little girl who felt sick in church. So here, in similar vein - though occipital rather than vagus this time - is another story: the one of the woman 'taken in adultery'. (Which I presume means caught in fragrant delicioso.)
The crowd was about to stone the poor lady to death when Jesus, bless him, intervened to say 'Let he who is without sin among you cast the first stone.' Much sheepish muttering and shuffling, but no stones, until suddenly a huge rock flies over the heads of the crowd to strike the poor adultress full on the forehead. Christ looks up indignantly, cranes his head over the crowd, and says 'Oh, mother; really!'