...specifically my mother, who rang me half an hoour ago. To gloat. I can only say it was to gloat.
"Did you watch the Heaven and Earth Show this morning...?"
Even as I was replying sarcastically "No Mother, you know me well enough do you actually think I'm the sort of person who watches the Heaven and Earth show," I was thinking - I know what she's going to say.
Yup, I missed Plácido on the telly. Here's a summary, which is pretty much what my mother said. Of course, the subtext of Mummy's phonecall was:
"You know you are so anti-religion so I'm just pointing out to you that this man that you Hero Worship was on Godslot Telly talking about...religion. Ha I win! I win! Nur, I'm your mother and there are no tactics to which I won't go to get you back in the embrace of religion. It's just a phase you're going through..."
Right, like I care...Do I look like I care, do I look bothered? Does my face look bothered?
Well, okay, a bit, but maybe they'll add it to the archive of celebrity interviews.
