I don't mind religion really...
... anything that's good for a loud discussion over a few shandies works for me. However, one or two mentions of school "Religious Education" classes have reminded me of something.

Yeears ago - you'd need a heavy-duty wavy-line-machine for this - we had RE with Mrs G, lovely lady and a good home economics teacher (and one of my best mate's Mum, too). We did (unlike in previous years with the red-faced pop-eyed Mr L, the poster child for hyperthyroidism) actually cover some other religions, which was interesting, but what set it apart from other classes is that we spent nearly a whole term being read "I Am David". Not reading it ourselves, because there was only one copy, it was read to us. This meant that as long as an appropriate amount of brainwidth was devoted to jotting down a few notes to answer any questions, the rest of the time could be spent listening to what was actually a pretty good reading of a pretty good story while doodling, writing offensive notes or designing computer software (I was *that* kid). However, that wasn't the best bit. Oh no.

No, the best - and this probably won't go well for me with St Peter - was that most of the religious kids in my class were deeply Free Presbyterian. These folks make wahabbi Muslims look like happy-clappies. They didn't much like discussing other religions. The fact that our young David of the story was Jewish went down with them like a hotdog van at a synagogue. No, you shouldn't laugh.

Length? Forty minutes of listening to stories about an evil Godless heathen who killed Jesus, for them.
(gordonjcp, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 3:11, Reply)