Friday, October 17, 2008

Gorgeous day the other day; I'm cycling along, the breeze in my hair, the sun on my face and I catch sight of the Catholic Church (of Our Lady and the English Martyrs), all resplendent in the sunlight, gargoyles clearly grinning with malice around its roof, tower and spire, and I smile to myself and carry jauntily on my way until I see the carriage above. The vehicle of the Devil, facilitating a service that can only lead to misery and despair and I think 'There, but for the grace of God, go I...'