The Farrelly Files #6: Never Trust A Nun With A Cock

Nuns On The Run by Peter Slattery 1950s

hey’re a tricky bunch, those Carmelite nuns, and no moustache.

Using the cloak of God as cover, these sly, bible-quoting ninjas can leave you standing without a penny to your name before you’ve even finished crossing yourself.

Certainly that’s how it seemed to be for the local do-gooder who arranged for a trailer-load of damaged Heinz goods to be delivered to Mother Superior and the gang.

When he called back to see how the off-loading into storage had gone, he discovered the nuns had sold his trailer.

Anthony and Pádraig Farrelly’s father, Anthony Sr, fell victim to a similar sting when he set about doing some turkey business with the ladies, but soon discovered a small case of fowl play…

This article first appeared on October 3rd, 2016. You’ll find some other feathers flying in the rest of our Farrelly Files right here. You can also check out the Carmelite’s historic and much-loved life-sized, 145-year-old crib right about here.