Sunday's lesson
Having done my grocery shopping late on Friday night, Saturday saw me just strolling around the shops doing window shopping amongst all else I could afford to carry lightly as I wasn't driving. Actually I'm waiting for my old banger to be collected by a son of a friend of mine who has shown interest in it as I gave up driving to work and I'm now in my 5th month of commuting. Owning a car is something short of commiting a criminal offence these days. If the environment care brigade doesn't guilt-trip you, then local government action to tax car owners at all given junctions certainly finishes you off. A colleague of mine comes to mind on this latter annoyance. His borough, has now introduced higher taxation for those that drive larger vehicles for parking bays.
Talk of parking bays gets me - isn't it interesting to see how persons become so attached to a piece of land infront of their house that's not even their land? I can understand someone jumping up and down like a drunken monkey on finding a car parked in their driveway - that would piss me off too I guess. But surely here in the UK with all these terraced houses etc - people still haven't quite come to terms that the streets do not form part of the lease for their houses! Some nasty little minds have even gone as far as put punctures in tyres of those who dare to park infront of their houses! that reminds me - while I was away some upstart went and bumped into my old banger - poor thing wasn't even moving anywhere! Just as well there's a buyer willing to take it off my hands with the dent.
I started to type this blog late Sunday night but got sidetracked. I made the mistake of leaving on my ID on-line which soon saw me seduced away to chat to friends I'd not heard from for ages. Before I knew it, I'd lost the plot to what I'd wanted to blog about here as most of what I was going to say ended up being chatted to my friend. That's the thing with these instant messenger things - they are good but can be very destructive in managing your time on line.
Therefore I can no longer blog about the sermon or the various characters in church that tickled my forever wandering mind as I sat through this Sunday past. I had to listen very hard as I'd gone in dressed in typical african garb - I'm not getting enough attention there of late you see as I get confused for one of the same crowd so I needed to make a statement. Failed to carry this off well though when my kids started talking and gave the plot away. For a while there, the vicar thought I was a new member to the congregation and had him going trying to impress me with what the church had to offer me. Why is it only the visitors get star treatment in church? BTW the sermon was on the greatest do-it-yourself book ever written and would you believe it - yeap you got it! The bible. Now why would anyone not have worked that one out?
After such a spiritual start to the week, imagine when I come across Richard Dawkin's comment in the Times today. The wit of this man! Fancy saying there is no God and that all who claim to have seen or believe in God are just delusioned souls suffering from the same psychosis akeen to those declared insane by society. 
though he did have a point there - I mean what's the difference between Peter Sutcliffe (Yorkshire ripper) who claimed God had told him to kill women and Bush and Blair's claim for the current war in Iraq? Richard went on to state that visions are not good grounds for believing that ghosts or angels exist - I can almost hear the uproar in the papal grounds!
Oh well I will still hold on to what I believe if only to keep my head above water and get the vicar to certify a form for my daughter to get into that faith school.