he Pope flies in to take a service in Milton Keynes. Cruising the M1 in the papal limo, he taps the driver on the shoulder and says "Pull over, would you? Ive always wanted to drive one of these things." So the driver pulls over. He gets into the back as John Paul slips into the drivers seat. Soon theyre off again, and JP is putting the limo through its paces - 90 ... 100 ... 110. Then, from nowhere, theres a blue flashing light in the mirror, and soon the limo is again halted on the hard shoulder. The big Traffic Cop approaches the limo, flicking over the pages of his notebook. JP winds down the window and smiles indulgently. Upon seeing him, the policeman hesitates for a moment, and then says "Are you who I think you are?" "Yes, I think I may be so." the Pope replies. The policeman turns on his heel and goes back to his car. He picks up the radio, and insists on being put through to the most senior officer on duty. "Ive got a problem sir. Ive just pulled over a limo doing 110 on the M1." "No problem there", says the senior officer. "Whats the matter?" "Well sir, it the question of whose limo it is." "Oh, no, you havent caught Prescott, have you?" "No sir, its not a Jaguar. I think its worse than that." "Its not Princess Anne again, is it?" "No sir, its worse than that." "Come on then, man, spill the beans - who have you stopped?" "Well, sir, I dont know exactly who it is, but hes got the Pope driving for him!"
