Bet hedging.
Reading Smashes post reminded me.
When I was about 13 (& just starting to go off the rails) my mum decided I'd best get baptised & go to communion. Prior to that the most I had to do with chuch was Sunday Chapel in order to get a square feed Sunday night (see my earlier post). So 1st up I had to get god-parents, get splashed on the bonce etc. in order to get confirmed. Then the Archbishop of Perth confirmed me in St. Georges Cathederal a couple of weeks after my baptism. After we had done he came over to me and asked me "What was it that had prompted me to do this at such a late stage?" As in why had it not been done as a kiddly-wink.
My answer - "Oh, it was my mum's idea. Just in case... You know."
Not that I believe in either but if there is a Hell I'm going & Satan's cleaning it up for me right now ready for the rent inspection.
N.B. - midori has NO spellcheck!
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 6 Sep 2011, 8:43, Reply)