I've met god
Well, a god:

A nearby village won the "Best Kept Village" award. Her Majesty the Queen and her husband, the dashing Prince Phillip, came to present the award.

Us pupils at the local junior school were taken to the ceremony and instructed to wave the flags which we had made and coloured in and to shriek "Yeah!" in as high pitched voices as we could muster.

We were paired up: one older kid with one younger kid the idea being that the little ones didn't wander off. I had a 4 year old girl as my charge.

We were stood behind a barrier consisting of some tape attached to poles. Their Royal Highnesses made their way along the barrier chatting to some of the kids as they went.

As the noble couple got closer, one of the little scrotes tried to barge my charge out of the way to get to the front. I instructed him to "Stop pushing".

Prince Phillip looked down at me and asked "Who's pushing?".

I turned and pointed at the offender and said "He is".

And that was my brush with a god, I am surely blessed.

* If you are questioning the god assertion, check the facts:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Philip_Movement
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 12:02, 1 reply)

ha ha ha I love that HRH Phillip as a god story
I came across it years ago and thought it was a wind up, it wasn't until doing some research about something else I found an independant visitors story from the Island that I realised how wonderful and real it was.
( The magic of chutney Shakes it like an Instagram filter!, Sun 19 Apr 2009, 14:29, closed)