A few months ago I had my
fifteen minutes of fame. It was a lot of fun and I didn't make too much of an idiot of myself on television.
Those fifteen minutes are now well and truly over ... except that apparently a church in the eastern suburbs of our city approached the statewide board that determines where ministers are placed and said that they wanted me to be their next minister. When asked why, they said it was because I presented well on
Adam Hills in Gordon Street Tonight. The poor church was told that appreciation for a moderately successful television appearance did not of itself equate to a call from God.
I'm very amused, except that the people who've told me about this won't tell me which church it was. I could have ended up in
Toorak or
Brighton!