The first senior minister from the Church of England has entered into a gay marriage. I’m going to assume he’s gay then. No lesser mortal than the Archbishop of Canterbury has stated that this is in breach of some terms and conditions somewhere, either in the contract of employment or in Leviticus 57, whatever. And so he may get sacked.

But surely, sacking someone for (basically) being homosexual is illegal on grounds of discrimination? Or does the church get exemption from the normal rules of employment because of ‘God’s will’?. Or is that ‘God’s willy’? Either way its tricky ground. Though the church is now worried that this will open up the floodgates of priests entering gay marriage which goes against that institution’s fundamental assertion that marriage should only be between a man and a woman. How fucking 18th century is that? How terribly Oscar Wildean.

The Archbish is also most concerned (and I’m going to quote this because its so fucking ridiculous you’d otherwise think I’d made it up) that: “it could be catastrophic for Christians in Africa, hundreds of whom had been killed by people who associated Christianity with homosexuality”.

Firstly, it would not appear such a far-fetched idea to associate Christianity with homosexuality, with the floodgates of gay priests all mincing round eager to follow this lead, and secondly, who are these African gay-bashers? I’ve never seen an ‘ALL CHRISTIANS ARE POOFTAHS’ bumper sticker? Even in Africa. Only on our vicar’s car.

Tomorrow the festival of passover returns once more for its yearly appearance. The time when Jews (none of whom are gay, or in gay marriages, or anything even remotely that stylish) celebrate the murder of African Christians by eating cardboard for a week instead of bread.

Passover is also a time to remember when Wigan were passed over by Arsenal, the team that couldn’t beat them in 120 minutes of open play football, so resorted to a penalty shoot-out instead to eventually get the job done. They must be feeling very proud.

And just before that pride, Everton bumped the Goons down to 5th place. The ‘tragic’ league position, formerly owned for the best part of a decade by Spurs. Everton are riding high, thus got a very lucky break at Sunderland. For whom luck appears to have run out completely and only miracles, and maybe gay priests, can save them now.

Spurs are always proud. Proud to have gifted West Brom with three (more) defensive howlers to give them a head start. Proud that we’re a shambolic and useless Frankensteinian team, stitched together with parts that don’t fit together, bolted onto the pitch by a manager who doesn’t believe in tactics, organisation or planning. Tim just thinks: let the defenders defend, let the strikers strike and let the midfielders… errrr… midfield. Tosser.

Liverpool against Man City starting soon. The season decider. Well, one of possibly 9 season deciders. But big nonetheless. Very exciting.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx