
Tell us about the times you've been to a place of worship, and - this being b3ta - how you are now consigned to the everlasting fires of Hell.
( , Thu 1 Sep 2011, 13:50)
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To the point where on Ash Wednesday as a teenager when my Mum would send us off to the evening mass we skived round the back of the shops and used fag ash and spit to create badly daubed crosses on our foreheads.
Rejoice, rejoice, I'm going to Hull.
( , Mon 5 Sep 2011, 11:44, Reply)
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