Monday, November 21, 2011


I was walking past the rather menacing looking church in Dun Laoghaire yesterday, and there was a dad leading a redfaced, upset looking ten year old boy around outside by the hand. I thought the kid was crying, but I couldn't be sure. I couldn't quite tell if he might have had special needs or not, but he looked upset and a little hard to manage.

As we walked past, Axl snorted - he'd heard the kid shouting, it took me a minute more to process that he'd yelled,

DAD, I JUST REALLY HATE MASS, in an anguished roar.

I know, Son, I know, but it's good for your soul, you see, to be herded into this building to listen to boring, lifeless droning and made to be quiet and told off for not being quiet enough, and having to be taken outside in tears of misery every time. It's all about godliness and spirituality, Son.

For fuck's sake. 


Ms. Moon said...

"Dad, I just really hate mass."

Jo said...

It was a phenomenal statement!

Janine Ashbless said...

Poor kid! I hope he holds onto that thought until he's grown up!

Jo said...

Ah, there's no fear he won't, these days. People rarely move backwards here, in terms of devotion.