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Another term down for the kids and Phoebe is now only 5 terms away from Secondary School. Terrifying.
Ernie brought home this beautiful Christmas Card for us, of the Baby Jesus, under the star and is he in a manger? Or is he being crucified? It's a magnificent work of art making us think of his birth and death simultaneously and whilst he was a criminal when he died (according to the Romans, but when were they right about anything?) it's worth remembering that he started out as a human baby. Albeit one made out of God spunk. I saw a weird man on Instagram saying he had some of Jesus blood (he doesn't explain where he got it from) and took it to a laboratory where the scientists said it only included the 23 chromosomes from its mother and that the blood was alive and they asked where the blood came from. I am surprised that the scientists didn't publish anything about this or why it's not been on the news. But that's scientists and the lame stream media for you. Wanting to hide the truth. Why would the weird bloke on Instagram lie?
Anyway I hope Ernie's card will ensure that no half God half human babies are crucified again. Unless Jesus is just in an uncomfortable manger.
Ernie understands foreshadowing. He is a genius.
I get sent a lot of Richard Herring lookalikes on social media and they are usually way off. I've had this one many times before, but it is extremely good. Even to the extent that I think it might actually be me and am questioning if I was once bald and my impressive barnet is in fact a hair transplant or wig. Weirdly though, even with hair, I look more like the bald version of this guy> Maybe he's who I play snooker against.
It's weird to think that I either have a doppelgänger in Germany (or wherever this add is from) or that there are huge segments of my life that are now just a blank to me. My memory is definitely failing me more and there are seemingly significant events in my life that I don't really recall (this blog is great for that - I sometimes read something that I've totally forgotten about and wonder if I even wrote this blog at all or whether my life has been invented by someone else. So maybe I did an ad for Regina. Which I realise is a great attempt to steal somf of Regain's thunder.
Maybe I just need to ring 571749 to find out. It might be my way out of this terrible Matrix.
The final RHLSTP Book Club of 2024 is up and is with historian Marc Morris talking all things Anglo-Saxon
Here's a clip
Happy Xmas you crazed loon
Sometimes I wonder if you are a genius. Then I wonder if I am in fact the crazed loon.
See these existential conundra you engender? Your phenomenological treatiseses are philosophically fascinating.
Yabadabadooooo
THat book club is excellent, brought up in Sunderaland I know a bit about Venerable Bede, and my mam and dad got married in St Peters, which is where the monstastry stood.