I’ve been busy painting and decorating this week. Lesson learned? Well, that painting a ceiling isn’t a particularly easy task. Bloody arduous if you ask me. There are still two yellow water stains showing through which refuse to be covered up, despite laying on a coat of paint of epic proportions. Bastards.

This week, I am mostly failing to get the Easter vibe. I’m only off on Monday so that doesn’t help build the holiday spirit. What’s more, I can see Sunday being spent in Ikea, the shop I’d most like to consign to Room 101. Except the meatballs and the Daim cake that is. How good is the Daim cake? Off the scale. That’s how good. I think Ikea lay on meatballs, Daim cake and Copparberg cider just to lure reluctant blokes such as myself in.

I think Easter would work better if I actually believed in it all. Or if indeed I believed in anything. That’s the problem with athiesm. No religious festivals of note. I’m the cuckoo in the nest at Christmas and Easter. Not really belonging there but willing to eat the turkey and the Easter eggs.

Long may it stay that way. Believing in things only brings disappointment. I recall believing that Scotland would win the 1978 World Cup. Ally McLeod told us so. “Nae bother lads”. Andy Cameron just hammered home that belief with his daft song. Look what happened there.

Not believing is the way forward.

Tweet This Post

Bookmark It