My first pastoral appointment was to St Canice’s parish, which included Kings Cross, the red light district of Sydney. It was the steepest learning curve of my life, but I loved it, except for Halloween, All Souls’ Day and any Friday the Thirteenth. Then every nutter in town called in to share his or her experience of evil, the Devil and demonic possession.On one occasion my 71-year-old parish priest, Fr Donal Taylor SJ, knocked on my door and said in his gentle Irish brogue, “there are two fellas in the parlour who need your particular gifts” and walked away. As I entered the parlour the men said: “Are you the expert? The old priest said he would get the expert for us.” I had been set up. Bradley and Gary had just moved into Kings Cross. Bradley was a