A man getting his hair cut tells the barber that he is going to Italy on holiday. Thats great, says the barber, the weather is wonderful, the women are beautiful and the wine is superb. You might even see the Pope. A few weeks later the man is back and he says to the barber You were wrong, the weather was cold, it rained every day, I never saw the sun, the women were all fat, coarse and ugly and the wine was disgusting, just over-rated fruit juice. The Pope spoke to me, though. How did you get to meet the Pope? asks the barber. The man says I went to the Vatican and he was walking past in a procession. He stopped and asked me Where did you get that dreadful haircut?