Domenica.

Il prossimo martedì è la festa di tutti i santi in italia. Tutti i santi! È un giorno festivo.

 

Ci sono molti santi. Questo è dannatamente sicuro!

Il paradiso deve esserne pieno! Dopotutto, sono martiri, quindi sono tutti morti.

Saints, by definition, would be considered special people in Heaven. There must be a hierarchy there...

1. God, Mrs God (Holy Ghost), Jesus.
2. Mary, St. Peter, maybe the bible writers. Noah. Joseph?
3. Archangels.
4. Angels.
5. Saints.
6. Biblical characters.
7. Extremely good people.
8. Non paedophile clergy.
9. People like Robert and Mr. Linford.
10. People like Brother Benedict and Father Minto (paedophile clergy). 
11. A few lucky souls who just scraped in.

Maybe people on level 9 (and lower) would have to work in Heaven? Robert and Mr. Linford could volunteer for a church shop.

Obviously, Robert's cleaning abilities would be in high demand too. There would obviously also be children in Heaven. I hope they don't put the 10s in charge of daycare or Heavenly schooling. 

I think the 11s would be in charge of sewerage problems.

The 7s would probably oversee Hell. Satan would visit Heaven to negotiate with this group.

* * *

It's time for me to move on from rugby. I think I was eight when I played my first game. I was at St. Vincent de Paul Primary and we played a group of boys from St. Teresa's School in Karori. I scored a try. The final score was 6 all - two tries each, but the St. Teresa's coach (who was refereeing) helped them to get a final try. I think he just wanted everyone to leave feeling happy. That all happened about 62 years ago. I've supported rugby ever since. 

Then, last evening, I was unable to get a Sky Pass to watch the All Blacks and I didn't know how to watch the women's rugby. I thought, "Fuck it. These are well paid young men and an old guy like me can't even pay to see them play." (I don't know if the women are well paid.) The All Blacks are on their own for the rest of the northern tour. 

I'm hanging up my boots for now.

Ciao tutti.