Some youthful sounding Muslamic bloke was telling us about how a scruffy beggar with a dog asked him for some spare change.
He looked down at him and began some internal hmmm-ing and ahhh-ing.
Would this bloke spend the money on alcohol?
Would he spend it on drugs?
Am I doing the right thing?
Without bothering to consult brer beggar, he reached into his wallet. He was about to draw out a low-denomination banknote when he remembered what Moh - blessedbehisname - ammed did.
Mohammed was confronted by a beggar, but instead of giving him money he took his hand and led him to the local hardware store. 'Here's an axe' said Mohammed. 'Take this ask and go into the woods and cut down the trees. Sell the firewood and you'll be set for life.'
And he was. Don't know what the contemprary prophet Georgis Al-Monbiot made of it, but when Mohammed strolled by a few weeks later our boy was choppin' and heavin' wood like the divil himself and keeping his family in chipolatas.
So back to the present. What did our thoughtful preacher do?
Did he give him the cash? Did he buy him an axe?
Er....
At this point he said a little prayer.
Something along the lines of 'Dear God, help the beggars and help everyone else at this time of year'
And that's it.
So everyone, before you make up, or even put on your wake up, say a little prayer for beggars, yeah?
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