Reverends & Refugees
BY STEWART SLATER “F**k you, Nigel. You f***ing ghoul.” My faith (if it ever existed) was long gone by the age of 9, (the Almighty’s weekly unwillingness to answer my prayer that enough snow would have fallen to prevent my parents from attending church seemed, to my childish mind, conclusive and irrefutable proof of his non-existence), but even I know enough about our ostensible national … Continue reading Reverends & Refugees