
Maybe I am scared of crowds, maybe I am jaded beyond normal British levels or maybe I am just a bit of a grump but no matter the reason, I am no fan of Christian festivals. I have been to them every year for a while. When I am there, I find my negativity drawn by the cheesy t-shirts playing bad puns on box office classics or the cliché soaked morning greetings in the shower queue (e.g. ‘I hope the living water in that shower, is filled with the fire of the spirit. I can’t stand a cold shower.’ Vomit!) By halfway through ‘holy week’ I am visibly distressed, searching the perimeter for some kind of escape route; one more ‘introduce to yourself to someone’ and I may just flip out. I am not going this year. Continue reading “I think I Know Everything”