Well, maybe not quite that bad, but still ...
The shower door expired yesterday, or at least two of the fixing joints did, and the replacement shower curtain that we got as a temporary replacement proved to be utterly useless. As soon as I turned the shower on, it flapped into life, wrapping around my legs and failing to stop any water from spraying out of the cubicle. A replacement door is likely to cost $hilariouslylargemadeupnumber pounds, of course, but hey, ho.
The journey to Birmingham this morning was suspiciously easy until I got to the M6 where three lorries had performed a creditable impression of a concertina on the other carriageway. Nasty. Work was hectic, mainly setting up our internal systems documentation on a Sharepoint wiki site for ease of use but I also managed to generate several hundred maintenance renewal schedules without noticing that the inflation percentage had been set to 4.6 rather than 0.046, thus showing on the document as 460%. I know that the UK economy is up the creek without a paddle, but I don't think it's quite that bad yet.
For anyone that has been following the saga of the goddamned cracker over at Pharyngula, you might be interested in today's Freethought Radio podcast which features an interview with Webster Cook, the student at the centre of the controversy who has received hate mail and death threats for the heinous hate crime of ... not eating a communion wafer. In other news, Ray Comfort renamed his rather trite christian blog 'Atheist Central' with the result that the atheist commenters went on strike. The average number of comments per post has dropped from 250+ to 30 or less ... ho, ho.
Home now to a lovely spag bol, a glass of wine and the spectacularly daft Bonekickers on the telly to laugh at.
2 comments:
When I was a lad (just after the war*) if a communion wafer fell to the floor the place it had landed was supposed to be washed seven times with seven different clothes that needed to be washed seven times - or something like that.
However, after Vatican V it was decreed that a host is no longer a host (ie it becomes a cracker) if it is no longer sacrosanct. That means, once it is taken into the hands of a non-believer (and the Catholic church is the one true faith), it no longer becomes the body of christ. Or something like that.
Whoa, have I just revealed waaaaay too much about my upbringing?
Anyhoo, Ha-Ha, it's not the body of christ according to church doctrine! Don't these religious zealots know their Vatican V?
*pick a war, any war, probably a war in Korea would be the nearest.
Now I know what spag bol is! And it's much tastier than it sounds in abbreviation. Sounds like a good end to a long day.
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