h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I know a VERY level headed lady, a true Christian lady, who has a proper job and everything. And she is a respected pillar of her people, known nationally by those working in her field of expertise. She is an good lady, and a friend. I miss her; she lives in Blighty. Yet she, even she does not believe that Mankind, or Womankind, went to visit to the Moun. She says, as a matter of fact, when you ask her, Do you consider, do you agree or opine that Man and Womankind has visited upon the very Face of Mr Moun? And she says, without a drama, or a tragedy, with a shake of the head, No, I do not. And you ask again, Do you consider, or opine, that Man and Womankind has visited upon the face of the very Moun, made of Cheese? And she saith, in her mouth, No, I do not; for she does not believe, neither does she opine, that Man and Womankind hath visited upon the Face of the very Cheesic Moun. Well! what shall we say? Shall we consider this Ladypiece to be mistaken? Far be it! from me, or from my neighbour, or from my neighbour's neighbour, to agree, or to opine, that this Ladypiece is mistaken in her mind, or in her opinioun. No, let this not be said; for she is an sensible and tranquil Ladypiece, calm of mind and cool of temperament, and sober of judgement. What shall we then say? What indeed.

Christ is risen

He is risen indeed

It is past five am and I'm listening to Girl Talk. They have a bloke on as a guest. It's OK. I'm quite tired. I'm going to have a shower and wash my hair before I hie me to church this morningzone. Quite tired though. Ronald Reagan was an human man, who did govern the United States, or Estados Unidos of Amerikey, for many years, while the Soviet Union crumbled into nothingness. Now Mr Reagan has crumbled into nothingness.

I know a VERY level headed lady, a true Christian lady, who has a proper job and everything. And she is a respected pillar of her people, known nationally by those working in her field of expertise. She is an good lady, and a friend. I miss her; she lives in Blighty. Yet she, even she does not believe that Mankind, or Womankind, went to visit to the Moun. She says, as a matter of fact, when you ask her, Do you consider, do you agree or opine that Man and Womankind has visited upon the very Face of Mr Moun? And she says, without a drama, or a tragedy, with a shake of the head, No, I do not. And you ask again, Do you consider, or opine, that Man and Womankind has visited upon the face of the very Moun, made of Cheese? And she saith, in her mouth, No, I do not; for she does not believe, neither does she opine, that Man and Womankind hath visited upon the Face of the very Cheesic Moun. Well! what shall we say? Shall we consider this Ladypiece to be mistaken? Far be it! from me, or from my neighbour, or from my neighbour's neighbour, to agree, or to opine, that this Ladypiece be mistaken in her mind, or in her opinioun. No, let this not be said; for she is an sensible and a tranquil Ladypiece, calm of mind and cool of temperament, and sober of judgement. What shall we then say? What indeed.

Off for a pep talk and a sing-song in a bit. I don't need a pep-talk and I don't particularly want a sing-song, but my Father wants me to go, for reasons best known to himself, so go I better had. I've had a bath. Very tired; falling asleep where I sit. Really don't want to go. Well I've got to. So I'll be saying cheerio until later on. Alone I walk thither, and alone I return hence. A travesty.

Well I went; but I took fright when I went into the church courtyard, with all those people there, so I turned on a penny and walked straight home again. No, I don't like church. Find someone I can go with, or I refuse to go. I hate and detest organised religion.

Got a nice Happy Easter message from my man. Good old Eric (not his real name). If he wants me in church he'll have to find someone for me to go with. I cannot go on my own, it's soul destroying.