Drunk and in church.
About the age of 13 I had a bit of a reilgious crisis. Or to put it another way, I decided that since God clearly hated me I was going to start hating him right back.
Yeah, I know...
Anyway, five or six years later a group of motley teenagers was doing that thing where we hung around on a streetcorner, swigging cider from cans and believing we were cool. Up the road came more black people than we had ever seen before in our lives, led by several Black Mama types who asked us if we wanted to come to church with them.
Drunk as we were, this seemed like a good idea.
Now we were used to CofE - mumbled prayers, halfhearted hymns and a definite air that the whole thing was some sort of penance for existing. As it turns out, West Indians do things slightly differently. Have fun for a start. While they belted out the songs we sort of clapped along at the back and beamed at all and sundry and actually had a bloody good night out.
Somewhere there are some elderly black women who may possibly remember the night they invited along a bunch of drunks and if I ever got the chance I'd tell them. "Thank you for your hospitality. I'm still an athiest but now I try not to be a dick about it."
And if any vicar wants to know how to make his services more entertaining, simple; Recruit somebody who knows how to do slap-bass.
(Big D, Sat 3 Sep 2011, 18:09, 4 replies)

Bad songs
and instrumentations are indeed one of western-style church's major drawbacks.
(Rebooted Frazer Smoothly scrolling since, Sat 3 Sep 2011, 22:42, closed)

Not to mention
devoting your life to your imaginary friend,and his his so called "teachings"
(M61A1 CUPID- STUNTS, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 9:14, closed)

Ooh, look,
it's Richard Dawkins.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 19:08, closed)

"Recruit somebody who knows how to do slap-bass"
...should be the 11th commandment
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 5 Sep 2011, 9:16, closed)