"I'm the Bishop of Southwark, it's what I do".
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Witnesses... say he ended up in Crucifix Lane, a largely deserted street next to railway arches near his cathedral, at 9.30pm where he clambered into a stranger's Mercedes and started throwing toys on to the road.
Paul Sumpter, the car's owner, was playing pool in Suchard Bar when he heard his vehicle alarm go off.
He ran outside and saw Mr Butler, dressed in his robes and a smart black over coat, sitting in the back seat throwing out the toys.
Mr Sumpter said to him: "What are doing in my car?"
Mr Butler replied: "I'm the Bishop of Southwark, it's what I do."
Witnesses... say he ended up in Crucifix Lane, a largely deserted street next to railway arches near his cathedral, at 9.30pm where he clambered into a stranger's Mercedes and started throwing toys on to the road.
Paul Sumpter, the car's owner, was playing pool in Suchard Bar when he heard his vehicle alarm go off.
He ran outside and saw Mr Butler, dressed in his robes and a smart black over coat, sitting in the back seat throwing out the toys.
Mr Sumpter said to him: "What are doing in my car?"
Mr Butler replied: "I'm the Bishop of Southwark, it's what I do."