I'll try not to be po-faced about what is obviously a 'good tale'. Actually, that's a lie. Here comes the po-facedness. In the Telegraph's 'weird news' section:
Image of Virgin Mary spotted in Newquay cliff
A holidaymaker was stunned when she took a photograph of a craggy coastline and captured this spooky image - of the Virgin Mary.
Look at it. I mean, look at it. It's not the Virgin Mary. Clearly. And yet:
But Caroline, 38, was speechless when the couple returned home and studied the digital camera to spot a clear image of the Virgin Mary, which she insists was not present when she took the picture.
I tell you why it wasn't present when she took the picture - it's not fucking there. It's a Hoth Stormtrooper at best, or maybe someone dressed up as a ghost. Or a tapdancing polar bear. @Not_Eilidh suggests it's 'kind of like Queen Victoria doing a drug deal'. Whatever, it's not the Virgin Mary. It doesn't look anything like the Virgin Mary. If an all-powerful creator decided to put an image of Virgin Mary on a cliff face so a tourist could spot it, (s)he'd do a bloody sight better than that primary-school splodge.
I know, I'm being po-faced. I don't care. It's not the Virgin Mary. I understand the idea of pareidolioa, where you see Allah's name in a tomato, or Elvis's face in a cloud; but you'd be hard pressed to see the Virgin Mary in this particular cliffside Rorschach test, or anything else at all. It's just some slightly different coloured rocks. I mean, it's not even good. There's the beef. "How about that?" says the Telegraph, in a bid to rival the Daily Mail's "Fancy that" section. Well, how about that? It's rubbish, presented as if it's actually the bloody Virgin sodding Mary on the side of a cliff. It's not.
Here ends the po-facedness. Ooh look, a kitten.
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