Usually outside the post office on Finchley road a lone woman stands and says in a soft voice to passers by, "Good news, Jesus loves you". Today there are four of them to tell me this. I kind of like this but I walk by quickly. I like christians much more than atheists. Christians get up on sunday and socialise with one another, singing songs of praise. What social events have atheists ever laid on for us? Because of christians we get a nice break at easter. Where's our free plane ride over to the Galapagos islands to see the big tortoises, Mr Dawkins?This weekend I'm in London. I've had a good few weeks either going away or meeting up with friends, but this weekend I'm doing little and the weekend is threatening to ground to a halt. A few weeks ago I went to Liverpool, where I met up with all of the people above. (Can you guess which one is a DJ?) I lived in Liverpool for years and I think of it as my second home. I had a kind of love/hate relationship with Liverpool, I've had some of the best times of my life in Liverpool, but also some of the worst.
The train to Liverpool is never ready to board until about two minutes before it's due to leave. And then everyone swarms onto the train. Once on the train I hear the homely sound of scouse voices talking enthusiastically. The train from Euston is now superfast and I've barely time to drink my two cans of lager before I arrive in one of England's best cities. It used to take between five and seven hours to get back from Liverpool, but now they've stopped with that nonsense and you can return to London in two and a half hours. It's funny now I don't live there, I love the place almost unreservedly. Back in London I spend my weekend listening to the Liverpool games and the Coral.
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