Food? We need gold, and bigger Pope's hats

Junisa

There’s a Christian Aid Week advert running in the Le Grove website. Junisa lives in one of the hungriest places on earth, his family live on one meal a day, and the church want us to chip in to bail him out.

That’s the church that owns enough gold and riches to bail out all the world’s starving and hungry, with enough money in the Vatican bank alone to provide the clean water and infrastructure needed to change all those lives, yet they’re still shoving the Internet begging bowl under our noses.

I know I’m playing bit of a cheap card here, but I’m an atheist and an uninterested, fairly aggressive atheist, so ‘Christian’ to me is an undifferentiated concept. All churches seem to have blokes in £5,000 suits or £5,000 robes at the helm. Or adverts on the telly. Or someone living in luxury, or stashes of silver and gold. There’s money there to feed the starving they claim to love. But not the will.

Remember, the church played its part in the £10m funeral, with (undue) pomp and ceremony, granted to Thatcher, who was responsible for murdering 323 young, conscripted Argentine sailors on a ship that was running away. A woman who thrived on violence and bullying, who loved letting her booted boys in blue off the leash against striking miners, while smearing the good names of the football fans her top coppers killed through their buying into her ideas and lacking the balls to tell the truth. Some top church bloke stood and addressed the specially invited to sing the praises of an evil bitch, and if those specially invited had worn their existing clothes rather than bought new for the occasion, and handed over the money, than Junisa and his family and many others might be better fed, for years in the future.

Is it too cynical to think that giving to another agency, providing direct, secular aid, without any risk of any skimming off the top for the pope’s new clothes, might be money better donated?

One bit of sunshine…

…and that’s that. I got back to the office at about ten past five yesterday. The car park was empty. I’d left my keys in the office. Luckily, the last one out was in the process of locking up, and he let me in.

Kevin the financial advisor had been in earlier, and usually it’s between him, Dave the accountant, and me for who’s last out, setting the alarm and locking the doors. In any case, it’s typically after seven o’clock when the place empties out.

The sun was out yesterday afternoon. I think the exodus must have been an indication of how little of it we’ve seen recently.

Windows…

…is like one of those interfering busybodies:

Mouse button: the close programme cross.

Not responding.

Do you want a solution / to wait / to close it down.

Answer: I want to close it down. That’s why I hit the ‘close it down’ button. About half an hour ago. You moron.

Shall I look for a solution to the problem?

Answer: no, you thick git, you shan’t. You shall be closed down as well. Now leave me alone and go pester someone else.