Third in a series on noticing stuff when you should be concentratingAs I approached the CCK church building in good time for the early morning prayer time today, I noticed a small puddle of liquid on the pavement. Scattered around this was the remains of a glass bottle; an extra virgin olive oil bottle. The tell-tale aroma wafted mouthwateringly and I wondered if someone had dropped their shopping and lost this precious liquid.
Then my imagination kicked in and I started to see it as perhaps the detritus from a failed torching attack on the church building from some sexually abstinant macrobiotic-wholemeal/health/fairly-traded pressure group who had made a feeble sub-Molotov Cocktail... (Molot-olive Cocktoil?)
But in the end it seemed more likely it was the last remaining evidence of members of an highly over-spiritualised hit & run squad, who had been participants in some bizarre drive-by attempted healing service.
2 comments:
But "extra virgin"? Surely just standard olive oil would suffice for any form of annointing or healing ceremonies? I think it is more likely that an oiloholic was sitting there the night before, guzzling more oil than the nation during Ramsay's cookalong.
Truly, the mind of Back is a very, very strange place... ;)
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