Father Dougal

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It’s like a big tide of jam coming towards us, but jam made out of old women.

A curling wave of crimson jam surrounds small folded cloth pieces on a blue-and-white plate. — Original artwork

It’s like a big tide of jam coming towards us, but jam made out of old women.

Father Dougal

Dougal and Ted lean on a garden gate beside the parochial house, Dougal grinning in wonder while Ted points at a cow standing on top of a dry-stone wall above the sea. — Original artwork

That's mad, Ted.

Father Dougal

At night in the lamp-lit sitting room, a tipsy, grinning Dougal grips an appalled Father Ted by the shoulders, while the hulking Father Fintan Stack lounges in an armchair by a record player with whiskey on the table. — Original artwork

We're all going to heaven lads, wahey!

Father Dougal

Ted, Dougal and a moustached Cuban priest play a board game in the parochial sitting room as, through the big window, a small helicopter trails smoke low over the grey fields. — Original artwork

Looks like rain, Ted.

Father Dougal

A vast crowd of older women in headscarves and raincoats fills the fields around the lone white parochial house, while Dougal peers out calmly from an upstairs window. — Original artwork

I'm no good at judging the size of crowds, but I'd say there's around seventeen million of them out there.

Father Dougal