About a fortnight ago, a close friend of mine challenged me on my atheism. Not in a drop-down-the-gauntlet way, but more as a "try this point of view" and pointed me in the direction of a web article by a Free Church minister. This blog entry, then, was going to be a point-by-point argument against the (admittedly, beautifully written) article. But then I checked today's date and realised that the publication of this entry wouldn't be particularly, um, seasonal. Just as we're all about to sit down with families up and down the country in celebration of the birth of the Son of God, I'm about to theologically trash it. So, I'll leave that for the next blog entry - post-Christmas.
I'm a bloke. A heterosexual bloke. Kylie Minogue is appearing in the episode. In a French Maid's outfit. Of course I'm fucking watching it!
"Ah," asked my work colleague cheekily, "but I'm one of those people who suspects you're gay anyway."
Again, I looked at him, as if he'd just asked a whale whether it was a mammal or fish and expected an answer back in a human language. So, let's just say I'm gay (for the sake of argument - shut up, Calumn). Let's look again. Kylie Minogue is appearing in the episode. In a French Maid's outfit. Of course I'm STILL fucking watching it! It's a win-win for a bloke, whatever their sexual orientation.
Merry Christmas, my dear blog readers. Hope you have a good one! I wish to send you all my genuine and absolutely sincerest love.