That is impressive.. wow!
Anyway, after watching Conclave my mind is scripting a new Dan Brown type novel with all sorts of shady characters and shenanigans going on right now.. glimpses of the Columbian lad with suspicious rumblings under his cassock, the early German favourite disappeared by the Irish fella who is a sleeper planted 20 years ago by John Paul after a quiet word under the cross in the Phoenix Park, the English fella sitting on his own in the cloister, the Yank with the funny bonce and complexion positioning himself as king pin in the clandestine deals being cut behind the scenes, the African lad with the swollen gut and enormous smile, and then theres the small svelte Italian lad who is always accompanied by a string of hot nuns
6 nail biting votes later we finally have white smoke, a Pope Silvio Burlesconi emerges from his cryonic chamber having brought the vote, gyrating to his adoring crowd
