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Just read the TM's blog and it got me thinking too.

I am sitting here in St Andrews in a cafe/bar with free wireless connection, drinking Guinness, finishing some marking and waiting for my wife.

The upside of this is the beer and the free internet. The downside is the English/American/Fuckinsnobbybastard Students that surround me. If it weren't for them I'd be paying for my internet, but because of them I have to hear loud cunts talking about pish. Piers has just said to Jocaster that he would love to try three day eventing. Where the fuck do these wastes of skin come from!

Ok enough with the rant! I am sure someone loves the parasitic bastards. Hanging about with toffs just brings out the NED or socialist in me. Come the revolution.

And this got me thinking. Why is it that the comedy I like so much comes from the people who evoke such a reaction from me. Is it a sense of my own worth. That in liking the humour I am somehow validated by the intellectual process of understanding it. Is it that in Monty Python's surrealist humour I see the work of Dali or the Dadaist movement, in the cunning word play of the I'm sorry I haven't a clue team I am able to show my extensive vocabulary and recognise punning of the most complex order. In all of this is my dislike for toffs to do with my own inferiority as a lad from Drumchapel who feels a low self esteem in the presence of the self assured. No it is that I like bum jokes and nonsense and hate the injustice of the class system and that they have invariably all shagged their cousins and siblings to get a common chin!

Oh two of them have just moved to the end of the table I am at... They are so fuckin loud. snfuckinoby basfuckintard! By the way splitting a word with the insertion of another word is called tmesis or t-fuckin-mesis. Who said this was not an educational blog!

Ok

Last time I wrote (and I know I missed my self imposed Friday deadline by 5 days - but heavy drinking weekend) I was in a very depressed mood. Mainly focused on the church thing, well I have begun to get over that mainly by masturbation and pornography, nah only joking. Thanks to Dubious for the thoughts. I'm guessing you have gone Greek, personally my pref is for the Coptic lot, there is one in Kirkcaldy... no honestly. Opened by Pope Shenouda III.
Things are better now, the key thing is that idea of fellowship and the nature of God. The copts, like all orthodox groups start with the understanding that God is awful in the original sense. That he is fundamentally unknowable, transcendent, therefore all discussion or understanding is provisional, language fails to do justice to any explanation of God or a relationship with him. Personally I think it is a good place to start. The next bit is wonderful, it is the paradox that even though all of this is true he has still in some mysterious way made himself known (although the idea of knowing God or even the term himself is transient and does not fully explain or do it justice). Don't you love paradox!

In some ways (and here is a deep bit) my live is a paradox; drinking, swearing, course, opinionated, spiteful, loved, hypocrite, child of god, forgiven, the list goes on.

And I think to myself ...



what a pile of shite!!!


oh yeh