Mar 06, 2006 14:33
I've spent this morning doing battle with my car, the bulb in the headlamp had packed in. On my old cars this wasn't a problem, but with my current heap of shit if you have fingers even marginally less slender than those of ET changing the bulb becomes, almost, a physical impossibility. I managed it in the end, but today, your correspondent is sitting at his laptop with bloodied hands (I count eight cuts) but no little sense of pride.
I only mention this because, obviously, I had to go out and buy a replacement bulb.This required me to walk past the local Christian Community centre, which is for at 'the kids', on the way to Motorworld. Confession time, I was once in love with a girl who was a devout Christian, who, to accompany her looks, was super intelligent. Until it came to matters of Christianity, at which point she lost all sense of reason. One thing she was involved in, and the area of the Church of England where their links with reality all but vanish, is when it comes to convincing the young that Christianity is somehow 'cool' or 'hip' (they would use these words, and use them in such a way that they would provoke the opposite response to that intended).
The community centre always has plenty of posters in its window and, usually, they can be divided into two categories. The first type are usually well designed, promising some greater knowledge, bordering a wee bit on mysticism, to anyone who may venture inside. The second are generally parodies of film posters, with the alleged clever bit being that hitherto reading the poster we would realise that "Hey! They're advertising Jesus!". There also seems to be a hierarchy of how much they alter on the posters, dependent on Christian opinion of the film. Narnia was clearly deemed acceptable, the poster in the centere almost being an advert for the film. The spoof Harry Potter, however, was veering towards fundamentalism.
This morning though, things were a little different. I don't know if funds are low, or if someone has just got a new computer, but the posters have taken for the wierd, and the home made. There is now a frankly bizarre poster for the equally bonkers Alpha Course. Somebody has gotten all the clip art off their computer that may appeal to the young (mobile phones etc), stuck it all onto a poster, and drawn arrows all over the place linking each image to all the others. There is clearly meant to be some meaning to this, but the message is wasted on me. The other posters are more sinister. Free piano lessons. Any suggestions as to what they will be playing? On the door there is another poster, offering help if you are struggling with maths or english. "So Johnny, you have ten copies of The Origin of Species and you burn seven, how many do you have left?". "three?". "No Johnny, the correct answer is too many. Maybe you will do better with your english homework, write me an essay on creationism".
I have never seen anybody enter, or leave, this building.