2001: Unwillingly accepting an invitation to a fish’n’chip fundraiser to support my Mother-in-Law’s spiritualist church. Before leaving home to go, my wife asking me whether anything could make me question my atheism. Me saying no. And having read and watched The Exorcist a dozen times suggesting I spew mushy-pea puke at the table and pretend I’m possessed for a laugh. One of the Mediums at the event double-taking and quizzical when she meets me, saying that the spirits around her are laughing at my joke about mushy-peas.

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