We get a few books at Christmas. We get to choose the ones we want. I look in the ‘Religious’ section.
I see AN Wilson’s biography of Jesus Christ.
“Jesus!” I say.
“Are you alright?” asks a concerned colleague.
I surreptitiously take Jesus and the Andy Summers autobiography. I want to compare and contrast.
One thought he was God’s gift to the world. The other was in a band with a man who thinks he’s God’s gift.
Jesus/Sting. Crucifixion/Tantric sex. Both bolt upright for hours.
Who suffered more? Jesus on the cross or Sting on the job?
It’s Christmas so I’m reading Jesus first.
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