Snippets of a conversation:

A housemate apologises to a friend. She's Christian. It confuses me, she's the most vocally anti-religious in the house. Believers are a besieged group in British society.

"I've got a book on Christian fundamentalism. Sam's got a book on Islamic fundamentalism."

"Actually, I've got two books on Islamic fundamentalism. I've also got a book on atheist fundamentalism."

"What's that?"

"Dawkins."

A couple of days ago a Catholic friend borrowed my copy of In God We Doubt. He commented that he'd have to keep it out of sight of one of his housemates. He's Pentecostal. It's his way or no way.

Facebook... "Religious Views" left blank, because it's not important to me.

I feel innocent. I just want to be nice to people, make friends.

On a more bizarre note. A housemate is walking home from the library. It's 8pm, he's head down against the rain and the wind. He nearly walks into two people standing on the pavement.

"Could we talk to you about God?"

"No. It's raining. Fuck off!"

It's desperate times for God if His followers are wandering the rain washed streets in the hope of finding some lost soul who is equally as desperate as them.