I am currently reading an excellent biography about Depeche Mode, and you know I think they have a point. If God exists - which is something I am deeply sceptical about - I was yelling at the radio this very morning when "Thought for the day" came on and the Bishop of Liverpool was trying to solve the worlds environmental problems by pretending that Adam and Eve and the Garden of Eden and all that was actually true and not just some slightly bizarre story, but anyway, if God really does exist he does have a sick sense of humour. There was a passage about the Modes concert in Pasadena in 1987 (recorded for the 101 live album) where it said that there was a freak rainstorm during "Blasphemous Rumours" which promptly finished when the song ended. The song, as well as summising about the deities dark amusement at suffering also contains the lines "And then the rain, and once again, a tear fell from a mothers eye". After this point, the band gradually descended into a chaos of drugs, alcohol and nervous breakdowns. Then this morning I read about a Primary School in Dorset (where's that? Back of beyond?) which had just completed a display on Noahs Ark and was promptly flooded. It is almost making me believe in God, or at least one of the many Rain Gods - Tlaloc, Tefnut, Chaac, Anitun Tabu (who handles wind too), Kura-Okami, Taka-Okami or Haddu. Enough at least to not tempt fate by actually accusing whichever one is responsible (I don't think it's Anitun Tabu as no wind was involved) of having a sick sense of humour. You're all very nice Gods and Godesses, and I wouldn't dream of dissing any of you (in case you're reading - which being omnipotent I guess you are...). There, I think I'm safe...