Mormon Your Own Again. Or, Religions and Bums: Part 3.

When I click the ‘publish’ button on this website, it automatically sends a Tweet on, er, Twitter.  The last couple of posts here have ‘attracted’ a Jehovah’s Witness or two, apoplectic about my apparent misrepresentation of their joyless religion.  That I don’t have my facts straight, how I could have learned the truth had I…

…And No Religion (Part) 2: Jehovah’s Missionaries.

Even though I had family who were part of the Jehovah’s Witness thing, I had no interest in joining them in what I considered to be a sort of half-arsed death cult.  Well, death cult might be a bit strong but most of what they seemed to do was related to death.  Or being dead,…

Ode To A Suriname Toad.

I can’t remember ever having written much in the way of poetry, maybe when I was a kid at school but not much since. At our school, which is quite big on paying lip service to things, they have this thing called “Secret Friends” which you can sign up for.  What happens is that you…

Finger Pointing Songs: part 5. The Beatles. Or, A Twist (And Shout) Of Lennon.

“I’m really glad that most of our songs were about love, peace and understanding.” Paul McCartney, 1995. Credit where it’s due: when I think about nasty, finger pointing songs, The Beatles aren’t the first band that comes to mind.  The earlier stuff was primarily ‘I love you, you love me’ stuff.  It wasn’t really until Help!…