I had a chance encounter this week with an old acquaintance. A chap of more senior years, he was the Padre for the organisation I used to work for and, as I discovered back then, he was also a man of the briar. On the way home from work last Friday I swung by our local Co-op (think Walmart) and there he was queuing at the dispensary, still in his work attire. As I hadn't seen him for a while I thought I'd catch up so stopped for a little chat. It was great to see him looking so well and true to form he had a briar in his pocket. Turns out he was queuing to pick up a packet of his favourite blend; Condor. At this juncture in our conversation a wry smile tweaked the corner of his mouth and he leant a little closer... 'you know Stick, I was here last week dressed as I am now and when I asked for a packet of Condor the girl behind the counter give me a 6 six pack of condoms. I can't imagine what she thought of me'.