VERSION|0.5.1|NAME|Matt Westwood|DATE|1361177373|CONTENT|I rather enjoyed the lecture about that Italian geneticist Mario somebody-or-other but as half of my attention was occupied listening to Frank Zappa and the broadcast was interspersed with the travel reports I missed who it was about and who the lecturer was.

Unfortunately after 8 there was some vapid populist fluff about food so I directed my attention fully to Shut Up &#039;N Play Yer Guitar.

Here&#039;s another alternative tftd:

&quot;Isn&#039;t this journalists&#039; strike just awful! We&#039;re all running around shouting, &quot;What&#039;s happening out there?&quot; Because we just don&#039;t know! Even Breakfast TV was occupied by showing Saturday&#039;s edition of Click.

This of course reminds us of the passage in the Big Book of Magic Stuff where people were running around wondering what the commotion was. And, goodness gracious me, there most certainly *was* a commotion! Guess what it was? Yes, it was Jesus! He was making such a commotion that people at the back couldn&#039;t see what was going on. One man was so tiny (he was a tax collector, dontchaknow) had to climb a tree to see over the heads of everybody else.

And the funny thing is, Jesus noticed him, because he&#039;d climbed a tree to see him. And guess what he said? He said, I&#039;m inviting myself to tea.

Isn&#039;t this just like we clergy? We are always dropping in to see people, usually old people who are more polite and aren&#039;t so likely to tell us: sling your hook, I&#039;m watching the racing.

We (and by me I do of course mean you) need to be more accommodating to when purveyors of woo drop in to tell us (and by us I do of course mean you) all about our favourite superstitions.

Go on, you know you really want to hear what we have to say. After all, you&#039;re not going to be interrupted by journalists telling you all sorts of irrelevant rubbish are you? They&#039;re all on strike!&quot;|EMAIL|prime.mover@proofwiki.org|IP-ADDRESS|81.142.211.61|MODERATIONFLAG|