A recent letter I had published in a local newspaper only served, it would seem, to cement my eternal damnation in hell. The letter basically was to inform the community of my feelings for my local Vicar...who during a service (I attended once, for Remembrance Sunday, not a regular I might point out) damned other religions or belief systems and explained that the reason this world is crap and full of morons (admittedly my words not his) is because we have turned our backs on God. Right. That's that then! What a load of coddswallop...( this word is not used enough so I have decided to "bring it back") The letter was published and he came round to the house...to chastise me no doubt. Luckily I was at work, so he left his card with my mum. I was disappointed to see that his card did not have a picture of God on....or even little baby Jesus. I didn't particularly want to engage in dialogue with him. Ive come to learn that it is pointless having a rational conversation with someone who is religious because you never win and you can never put your point across... but to be considerate I rang him and luckily he wasn't in (out delivering the word of God to some unsuspecting fool I would imagine) I left a message but not my telephone number...so all in all my attempt at building bridges with a messenger of God was pretty pointless! Meh. My friend Meryl thinks that I'm damned to Hell for sure now. I think she may be right. It would have only been worse if God himself had appeared in the sky,a la Monty Python style and pointed his long finger at me. I have however been ill for the last week. I think I have been smited for sure. And just before Christmas as well......oh the shame.
