Do you know who built our Galaxy people carrier? (Don’t bother, btw, with the mirth. I know, I’ve done the grieving, loss of self, identity shit and am now quite happy having all that space and no class). Back to creation then, it was not Ford as I suspected but in fact God, well at least according to the prophet Billie, who has got faith since transferring to our local state (CofE) school. As well as her current concern that she might have to have a baby even though she doesn’t want one, Billie’s most pressing problem are her heathen parents.
“You don’t believe in Jesus do you Daddy?”
“well, stutter, mumble, it’s a good story”
“Well you should believe in him, because he exists you know, he created the world and he made our car”
Well I guess that Catholic blood’s gotta out somewhere, even if it has transfigured into another church. And Olly came home with his costume for the Christmas play, and it was… a cassock.