Valerie Begue
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I went to midnight mass last night (don’t ask) and it was great, ok I had a tarot and a rune reading first by my wicca friend on the phone and after we agreed it was all paganism anyway, went over to St Chads in the rain.
It has been several reincarnations since I have been but I was surprised how much I remembered. I really loved the smell of frankincense.
I lit a candle for my younger brother the dipsomaniac and I went up for the eucharist.
The cardinal kept namedropping Benedict.
After it was all over I shook hands with the guy in charge and wished him merry christmas he said the same back in a very english accent (unsurprisingly this being England) and then added ‘well done’ (he was the one who gave me the host, I almost said toast).
I wasn’t sure what I had done so well, maybe showing up. The prodigal wayward son.
Wonderful pageantry, it was like all our theatre and late night tv talk shows rolled in to one. There were all these routines choreographed and then the chorus would come in while they rearranged everything on the altar (I almost said stage). Actually it did remind me a little bit of being in La Traviata.
Some of the Catholic girls were really hot. Must be all that suppression. Hmm bit like some of those Hijab girls.
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I washed glasses last night, all night. I was a wreck afterwards. I woke up at lunchtime and it was a bright sunny day. After reading some and eating I just had to sleep again and woke up after dark which isn’t hard to do in a northern europe midwinter.
