So it's come to this, has it. Christian, tucked away in an alley between the hair dresser and a car park. It's inevitable really and I'm not that surprised. After all you can't go around telling people to believe in one fairy and not another. And the guilt. It's like when you told your mother you washed you hands before dinner - and didn't. You were never sure if she knew you were lying. They mean no harm, those Christians. They just need a place, like a smoker in a government building. Happy in there lot doing what they do among friends. The buildings have nice windows, though.