Day 627: Covet, Covet

Is it by chance that this holy gentleman is
hot as all shit? I think it's not. 

Ooh, 627 is a nice number, isn't it? It has the fat, even solidness of six and the slim, niney slickness of 27. I like it a lot. 

I am roundly grateful for the opportunity to speak at the Sunday Assembly in Brighton yesterday. It was lovely. I wasn't allowed any profanities because of children in the room, so I had to change my slides. The profanity was near the bottom of the scale of such things, but a profanity nevertheless. Good job they caught it in their swear net. I'd have looked like a right nobber if I'd sworn. I like what they do there and I loved speaking for them, and I'm so grateful that my poorly head (I wasn't very well Sat or Sun) kept at bay for the duration of the talk, and only rushed back up on my way home, where I got to go to bed for a bit. 

I haven't spoken in a church and I was aching to jump up into the terribly earnest-looking pulpit. Before I went to the secret toilet in the building, someone said 'Don't be tempted to put on the cassock that's hanging up in there.' I wanted to shout 'Are you the Devil? Are you Temptation in helpful Sunday Assembly Person form?' I didn't don the cassock, but I looked at it with desirous eyes throughout my wee (which is Wrong, surely). It was white and yellow and embroiderdy. I coveted it. 

Bzzzzzzzzz

I am reminded of lovely John Helmer every time I say the word 'covet'. I worked with him about 15 years ago, quite briefly, in the back of someone's house. He once came in and looked at something I had and cooed 'covet, covet' and I have loved that ever since. He also once lifted his black bike helmet to his face and pretended to be a bluebottle. The third pleasing thing I remember about him is that he used the word 'bereft' in my goodbye card. The drama of it, and the sweetness! Delicious. Some people are just good value. He is most definitely one of them. 

I continue to be blessed with a raft of good men and women in my life. I'm very, very grateful for them. They are all so different, too. I'm grateful for the support I get, and the honesty that's offered up, and for people being themselves, in easy situations and in hard ones, and being honourable, creative and frank. 

This is a roasted guinea pig. Food with hands.

I loved the coaching group call that I ran. I'm doing them every Sunday at the moment (and one Monday, 1st December). It's a very pleasing thing to do. I'm really enjoying that, and the speaking. I love a good speak. I always get a bit nervous and I often feel less prepared than I'd like to, but I understand that this is part of the adrenalin-mustering process and that this is part of why I love it so much. I'm a sucker for a Q&A session too. Can't beat not knowing what's coming next. 

Time to perform more, I think. Time to play. Thank you.