Crawled out of bed at about lunchtime today.
Wasn't expecting Jesus H Christ to play much of a role in the rest of the day, but find he has Come, anyway.
Gordon Brown's cabinet, as most of you will probably know, contains a number of career Jesus freaks - Ruth Kelly and Des Browne are the main offenders, and there are a couple of others whose names and point in life escape me for the moment... anyway, Ruthie and her fellow holy-rollers want Gordon to make it right for Catholics in parliament who are planning to vote against aspects of the Human Fertilisation and Embryology Bill.
The Human Fertilisation and Embryology Bill is dear to our hearts here, not least because we're trying to stop followers of the Lord amend the Abortion Act through it. Now Ruthie and pals are taking issue with the aspect of the bill that will allow children to be born by IVF without a father's involvement - ie, that will permit lesbians to produce a child, indoctrinate it in their strange and hairy ways, bring it up without a father, and turn it into a Gay.
Ruthie is concerned - or, at least, she is concerned that the handful of voting-age, middle-English dingalings who still listen to her are concerned - that letting dykes in on the reproductive act will spell the end of the traditional nuclear family unit - the traditional family unit being (I guess):
1x overworked mother out of her box on SSRIs
1x aspirational wanker Dad
2x pubescent Ritalin fiends
all climbing the walls together in an overpriced two-bedroom closet in Croydon.
The traditional nuclear family is another of the western world's great failed social experiments (read The Women's Room or the Feminine Mystique for a couple of detailed probes into this particular car-crash) and the sooner it comes to an end, the better. Why lesbians want to get in on the act is beyond me, but who is Ruth Kelly to try and exclude them from breeding and fucking up their lives like the rest of us?
The moral of today's story - God plays no part in family life, and if he does, he isn't too bloody good at it.
Going to piss off now & watch the footy - or watch Drogba play it, I probably should say. Droggers is a beautiful, beautiful man.