flying friday fought… sorry… thought; thunderbolts

I remember school assembly being the first place where I confirmed the already suspected non-existence of the Christian variety of the all-seeing, omnipotent, but strangely insecure, 'God'. I was seven.It was when all of the two hundred or so pupils were stood up ready and the teacher leading the compulsory morning hymn singing assembly, sat … Continue reading flying friday fought… sorry… thought; thunderbolts