2 August: On being a fool for wine.

Someone’s got to say it: most Saints seem pretty dull and certainly not the type of people who’d be invited round to drink wine with on a Sunday night. I like my dinner guests to have dipped and soared, to have occasionally been on the brink of greatness and then suddenly just thought – for no apparent reason – Oh fuck it, let’s go to the pub. And generally to not give too much time to religion.

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But then – every so often – even sainthood manages to pull up a total dude. A one of a kind. An eccentric like no other. (I sense my second blog reader – Jamie The Satanist – beginning to tune out and roll his eyes ….)

But let me try to convince you. I give you – Basil  the Fool for Christ. Today is his saint day. Russian, he shoplifted, slagged off authority figures and randomly walked around in chains. Oh and he looked after the poor and spoke a whole lot of truth about how the rich ripped others off. He’s my kind of guy – especially the shoplifting bit at the self scan area. (Everything will scan quite successfully as carrots – even (or especially) wine.

So have a drink for Basil tonight, maybe even steal your lunch from a big multinational and say something in Russian whilst you do it.

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