Sunday, March 23, 2008

I need a miracle

So, it's five years since the start of the war in Iraq and the Turin shroud might NOT be a fake.
I remember twenty years ago watching the programme that used carbon dating to 'prove' the shroud was a medieval hoax (those medieval pranksters and their smart-ass production of the first photographic image!). I added this revelation to my burgeoning list of "Things which confirm my suspicions that Catholicism is vicious lie".
Now it seems, the carbon -dating test may have been contaminated by various environmental factors, and indeed this may place the shroud as early as the first century. A conspiracy theorist might say, that maybe someone is desperately trying to revive Christianity in an Easter-themed production starring Rageh Omaar, who actually looks more like Christ should have looked than the Robert Powell imprint on that cloth. After all, Jesus of Nazareth, born in Palestine, was just as likely to be dark-skinned with curly black hair etc. etc.
Whatever it's origin, the shroud is interesting in that no one can work out how it came to host that image. I like that. In the absence of religion, i obviously need some unknowables in my life. Imagine a world where we understood everything! No mysteries to solve, no reason to keep on learning-dull as ditch! But when we come to a point where we can't explain; whether we call it God, or alien intervention , or the forces of nature we are up against the same barriers to "the truth".
Now excuse me, while i go to hell in a hand-basket.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008


Well, February the 29th came and went and i couldn't think of anyone i would like to propose to.
Not anyone i have actually met, anyway.
If i had happened to bump into Toby Kebbell, i might have asked him. Such a talented actor and so HOT!
As the manager of Joy Division, he was the most convincingly 'Northern' character in Anton Corbijn's film Control. He was hilariously northern in fact, which was a welcome relief from the otherwise sobering material in the film.
He was also incredibly, heart-rendingly good in Jimmy McGovern's The Street. His was the episode where he played a young man who had been released from prison after a sentence for murder, and was faced with the daughter of the woman who had died. The dialogue between the two was so well done, and could so easily not have been. It was free of cliche which i admired - so well written and played by both characters.
So, yes, i would definitely ask Toby Kebbell to marry me.