* “Brits are set to spend a massive £520 million on Easter eggs this year — but many young people don’t even know what Easter’s all about,” said the press release from Somerfield after a survey. It then went on to claim that the tradition of giving Easter eggs was to celebrate the “birth” of Christ. An amended version changed this to the “rebirth” of Christ. Finally a third press release accepted Church teaching that Easter celebrated the resurrection of Christ.
Oh my God !?

* I couldn't be bothered washing pebbles yesterday so I bought a copy of the guardian newspaper which always gives me a good laugh and I wasn't wrong. Sure enough Polly Toynbee was in there, you can't claim polly has more than one drum. She was protesting about any attempt to suggest women should rear their own young. Polly claims there are more differences between different human personalities than between men and women. Well I don't know how big a difference between giving birth to children and merely donating dna is but as I understand it bringing forth ones young in travail is a big difference. Women who have given birth naturally tell me its quite a stressful experience or bloody painful. There's always the possibility that other instincts might exist for after this event, as I understand it new born babies do not survive well without some further attention.
After having a good laugh at Polly's liberal credentials I read a comment by some guy whose name I have forgotten on T S Eliot's poem East Coker. He quotes the lines, ' In my beginning is my end / in my end is my beginning' and accuses Eliot of oriental obscurantism. Perhaps he didn't want to blemish his liberal credentials by knowing anything about Christianity but I would have thought as Eliot was a high anglican that this might relate to being born of the flesh and death and being born of the spirit and beginning in eternity in the presence or absence of God, or something along those lines. There were more laughs in the paper and I found the malaise of my hangover fading as I read on.

Ho Hum I think I'll go down the pub.