Three weeks ago I went to a church.I specifically chose the one I did because it was the closest one that didn't seem to be entirely focussed on children (according to the website). I am neither a child, nor the parent of a child, nor particularly fond of children as a species (apparently they grow up into humans, you know). It was very small — ridiculously so — and kind of comically uncool. There were children there, but nobody paid them over much attention, which is ideal in my mind.
Today I went back. I almost didn't recognise the place. They've got a new vicar. He's about 30, has Camden-Market-type hair, and wears a hoodie. The congregation had almost tripled in size and consisted of smiling, matching, trendy young marrieds with their cuter-than-seems-natural children, several of whom did entirely too much shrieking. In other words, in three weeks the place has transformed into the Church Formerly Known as Rhymes with Sodomise.
Hmm... I'll give it another go, but I'm not filled with hopefulness at this point. Oh, and I checked out the website again. Guess what... They're now all about the children. And the appallingly bad grammar...
In other news... I've decided to join a book club. Specifically, a science fiction book club. First meet-up is tomorrow night. I suppose I should start reading the book in question, eh?