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Blast.
Every time I try to get to Highdown tearooms something happens. Either at home or with the person/persons with whom I'm making the attempt.
Postponed yet again, it now looks to become a quest of a particular kind.

An' we will hie us to the tearooms therein to slake our thirste
With tea from out the orient, creme bunne and jamme
And will make sport of ourselves to eat until we burste
And feast upon the the questing beast known as spamme.

Somehow I doubt it would be much of an addendum to 'Holy Grail'.

Dash it all, I was really looking forward to the first cream tea of the year. Bugger.
Anticipatory greed is one of the more unusual sins but... (probably falls under presumption, of a kind)

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Interesting.
I updated my profile, which had been rather perfunctory, and added some things, amongst which was an interest in Theology.
I was born and brought up a Catholic, but am no longer any sort of Christian, but I retain an interest in Theology and Doctrine, if only to repudiate the more lunatic ideas promulgated by the theologians and doctrinal instructors. I'm interested in this for all religions, as this is a major mechanism of congregational control.
However, by the side of my blog has appeared advertising for Bible studies, and born again madness.
I will rant if those particular adverts are not removed. And the rant will make Dawkins look like a Christian apologist. And I will quote Chapter and Verse, showing in as much detail as I can the contradictions in the 'Good Book'. From mistranslations of Hebrew and Greek (The King James is so reliable on this) to the specific borrowing from Mithraic religions (Dec 25th birth of solar deity), Zoroastrianism (dualism - struggle between good and evil), Hinduism (the Trinity), and pagan animism (saints, with attribute and aspect). As for the fundamentalist Christians who believe according to Bishop Usher's timescale, I will point to  Hindu, Egyptian and Babylonian beliefs that date from before the creation of their world in 4004 BC.
The longer the Bible advertising goes on, the more splenetic I shall become, because an interest in Theology doesn't equate with an acceptance of irrational superstitious miracle working. I don't buy lottery tickets - I don't need the delusional aspect of belief to reassure that the universe loves me, because it doesn't. I love the universe, which is a different thing, and one that the religious have confused because of their insecure need to receive love from the all mighty as some form of imaginary external validation.
Give, don't worry about receiving.
The realm of chance is so much bigger than the Christian's poor small god, who from the writings of their prophets, doesn't even approach the infinity described by Georg Cantor as Aleph nul, let alone the description of the universe given us by M-theory.
Any god that's only been around for 6007 years is going to be pretty miniscule in a universe we understand to be 13.5 billion years old.
And by the bye, the Mustard seed does not grow into the biggest tree.

The fucking Christians don't even practice the word of Jesus.
'I say to you, love your enemy. Even the heathen love their fellows.'
Turn the other cheek...
Blessed are the meek
Render unto Caesar is all they can manage.

Mind you, I don't think any better of Islam or Judaism. Or Hinduism as espoused by the BJP.
All religion is run by fucking shits who use their concepts of rightness to promote the murder of 'infidels'.
I sometimes feel like saying 'Kill all the priests and all the Imams and all the Rabbis'.
I'd settle for gagging them all instead.

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I've been overreacting like hell these last two days. And no, it's not just the cricket - though congratters must go to the Australian side who have good claim on being the best of all time. I've taken potshots; stupidly put myself in the line of fire, such as it is on LJ; and generally been cantankerous and curmudgeonly.
Apart from the Cricket and our doughty lads being overwhelmed by stern-faced steely-eyed chaps determined to put right previous wrongs the only other thing that has changed is that the Glamorous Ex returned to Africa after lending me two mics.
Oh dear.
Shall think on't
But will remove of my own accord the interest in theology in profile. That's meeting the bastards halfway.