While lunching at a pub in Niagara-on-the-Lake the other week I met an Angel - in the toilets, of all places. Vaguely reminiscent of Michelangelo's David, he was quite the beefy specimen.
Apparently, though, he had something to hide.
What's this, then? Hm.Never one to pass up the chance to be deliciously naughty, I couldn't resist.
And his secret?Golden berries, erm, grapes. Indeed!
It seems to me that some sort of bell or chime sounded when one either lifted or lowered his grape-leaf - I suppose to incriminate or embarrass the one who violated his chastity - as I was alone at the time I can not entirely confirm this. Though I was only too happy to indulge him I did not want to look like a tourist. I will save some further indiscretion for my next visit.