When it comes to maintaining super-high moral standards, there is nowhere these ladies won’t go to make sure no one, not even in the privacy of their own back bedrooms, is putting certain things in certain parts of other people’s bodies. Not without their say so.
They are just as stringent when it comes to the choice of fragrance in a Glade Plug-In and the use of pedestal mats around toilets even though, in the words of Our Lord Jesus Christ Himself, they should, and we quote, ‘mind your own fucking business and go and help the poor with their shopping, motherfucker!’
The scene takes place is Ireland, one of the last bastions of retarded Catholic spell-making, where a very important – if woefully late-in-coming – piece of legislation takes effect, extending marriage-like benefits to gay and lesbian couples in the areas of property, social welfare, succession, maintenance, pensions and tax.
The first civil registrations for same-sex couples are likely to take place next January if the Pope hasn’t bombed Ireland by then.