A man was walking along a cliff top, slipped, fell, grasped for anything that might take his weight and found himself hanging on to a crevice, scrabbling for some hold that might take his feet. He was not a religious man, but this was no time for the consideration of niceties. He looked up into the heavens, his fingers turning white and shouted: "Is there anyone up there?"
A huge voice came from above: "What is it my son?"
"Help me; tell me what to do."
"Trust in Me and let go."
"Is there anyone else up there?"
(as related by Sir Clement Freud in yesterday's Racing Post)