religion

It has been a while since I have posted; apologies. I have been recovering from a trauma, leaving a psychological scar more severe than the one caused by discovering, at 12, that girls did not find my premature facial hair attractive.

Last week, upon hearing of Stefan Golaszewski’s new play Sex With A Stranger, I immediately booked tickets and entered it into my diary.

An hour later I was attending a first date with a very special lady. Being a freelancer, I have to keep my diary on me at all times; you never know when the phone is going to ring for a new assignment.

I thought my organisation and pre-emptive time management would impress her.

All was going well and the phone did ring. She acknowledged, through signs of disappointment, my egotistical need to “do business”.

As the phone call ended, I opened up the diary to slot in the deadline date. Unfortunately it happened to coincide with the entry of Golaszewski’s play; all too legible, even from her side of the table.

Suffice it to say the kind of woman I am inclined to find attractive are repulsed by people who write 3PM: Sex with a stranger in their diaries.

As if that was not enough, I went to the nearest mosque on the way home to pray the special lady would accept my calls of explanation, despite having walked out before the tap water in plastic cups with no ice was even ordered.

Whilst speaking to the Imam, my diary fell out of my buttery fingers and fell open on his lap, revealing my (on the surface) sordid lifestyle. Let me just say he was not the liberal sort.

Things can only get better.

Preserving music…and comedy

January 21, 2012

Art, life, Love, Poetry, religion

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There is something about music which makes it an instantly accessible, universal art form; above all others in its ability to resonate instantaneously within human hearts. Poetry, paintings, plays and films all have their sacred place, but music has its own ethereal and eternal beauty. While other art forms are, rightly or wrongly, believed to require a certain level of intellectual cultivation, music can reach us all at any time.

In the religion I subscribe to I am told that absolutely nothing will survive Armageddon with the exception of human souls. Yet something in me struggles to believe God will want to destroy the spiritually cleansing sounds that some of His creation conjured up through blood, sweat and tears

Yes, I can imagine Him saying be-gone to beautiful valleys, rivers and mountain ranges when the time comes, but not, surely not, to (certain pieces of) music.

I am fully expecting humankind to be resurrected to the sound of Dear Prudence, by The Beatles.

Then, I believe, all entrants of Heaven will be given a special back to back screening of all episodes of Fawlty Towers.

After all, that is what life is about, right? Music and tasteful humour: the roots from which all love stems.