You Will Never Guess How The Pope's Favourite Tin-Eared UFO Spotter Trod On So Many Ants She Became Institutionalised. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Said God, in an uncharacteristic bout of existential confusion. When I was a boy, I often dreamt of working in a custard factory. <br><br>