Okay, I'll be honest with you. I've never had much patience when it comes to religion. Perhaps it all stems from mum and dad not letting me and my sister open our presents on Christmas Day till we'd scrubbed up and spent a couple of hours showing our faces down the local church, seething with resentment that all the normal brats where most likely still in their pyjamas, sprawled out on the floor, stuffed full of Toblerone and ramming a glistening new Action Man jeep into the skirting board. It was just soooo unfair. Ever since those formative years I must confess I've harboured a quiet ...
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