Our sacred books are not so strange and prey on easy minds. Consider this: "Thou shalt not fornicate against a tower bell and make it peal all night. For it shall raise the dead and trespass on his right". I have a good mind, when he pops over here with a beer, a fag, and a packet of crisps, to ask him why he is so interested in sex. Talk of the devil. Hey God! Been getting some lately? Didn't think so. You might have known, you know. All those regulations, guidelines, procedures, whatnots. How about a guilt offering. What? Can't think of what that is? It's only been 2,000 years, for Christ's sake. Aging a bit, are you? You know … an animal sacrifice made in ancient Israel in atonement for trespass against the property of God–or man, of course–following full restitution of property plus one filth. Sorry, fifth. Bloody peanuts. It's also called also a trespass offering. Tell you what. Here's a treat. You head straight out the pub, turn left, cross the road, then left again, then right. You know the place. St. Stephen's. There's a novice in there. Had a good time in the tower last night. Ah! So that's why you're bleary-eyed? I kept you up all night, didn't I? (February 2003)
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