So last night, in Strasbourg, I was invited with a colleague to eat dinner at a customer's house.
The customer is a lovely guy, with a big family and he is also deeply religious.
We took our places at the dinner table and were instructed to hold hands in order to pray.
I held hands with my German colleague to the right, and the sixteen year-old daughter of the customer to the left of me. As the customer prayed in German and then in French, all I could think about was one thing.
The pierced scrotum.
Am I going to hell?