The Godfather

That's me today. Godfather to my nephew Isaac. The ceremony is in a couple of hours down in Boston and as a gift I got him this lovely little bible in which I can write my own inscription, and I'm toying with the idea of 'Dear Isaac, God doesn't exist, Love Uncle Gary'.

I've never had faith as such, not been a big church goer or anything. I always believed maybe there was a 'higher power' or something. However the last ten days have perhaps made me think that if there is soemthing, it isn't the big man himself.

I'll let you into a secret. I've prayed a bit over the last few days for a couple of things. Did I get even one of them? Nope. Maybe 'he' doesn't work like that, but nobody ever showed me the manual on 'getting the things you want'.

I don't see my role in Isaacs life as a religious teacher or guide. I hope that maybe I can morally guide him using a few choice lyrics such as:

Its better to regret something you did than to regret something you didn't do

Everything happens for a reason

Life is like a jungle, but not like a zoo so participate don't spectate, become the view

I couldn't find those gems in the bible. I did find a chapter on Phil Collins old band, and another apparently about the 90's Manchester act 'James'. Neither had much good stuff in though. As for Revelations??? What was revealing in that? It was all stuff I knew already with as much substance as a News Of The World 'footballers are scum' exclusive.

Still reeling at being relegated as well. I have plenty to say on the matter but I'm not going to. I'll let the hurt subside and let anger take over and then perhaps I can make all you none football fans snigger a bit. Right now I'd just launch a tirade at scum Aldershot fans revelling in sending us down, scum Aldershot players celebrating a falsely awarded penalty like an FA Cup win and 4,000 scum Lincoln fans who turned up yesterday just to get angry and attack our players at the final whistle. You think after 90 minutes and £7 you're entilted to do that? Are you fuck. Try sitting through 6-0, 5-0, 5-1, 4-0, 4-3, 3-0 defeats (at home) all season and paying £20 for the priviledge every week. Then you'd have a right to call Joe Anderson a tosser. Instead, why don't you all run back to your armchairs its Chelsea and Man Utd today. Wouldn't wanna miss that would you.

Thank you all so much for the kind 200th blip words, putting it at the very top of the spotlight page for a bit. Really touching stuff that. I may not believe in god anymore and I may not have faith in my team anymore but I do have faith in blip.

On July 2nd I'm having a themed 'punks and hippies' party at my house and am openly inviting everyone from blip to attend. If you'd like further details please email me on poacher@redimps.com I do appreciate its a long way and few if any will be able to make it but the offer is there.

So onto the christening. Pehaps god might reveal himself in a mysterious way today? We'll be getting shitfaced (me and the family, not me and god) in The Merry Monk at Kirton. Last time I was there I introduced my then girlfriend Kelly as 'my sister' to a lovely barmaid I was chatting to. Went down like a cup of cold sick that one. See I've not always been the moral angel I am today.

Peace love and all that mullarky.