Bring Your Armbands, it's Going to get Biblical

     I've always been a little tentative about religion. It's a big question, obviously more so for some than others. Seeing as my grandfather was a minister here in Cornwall, it stands to reason that I've played with the idea previously. However I must admit I currently stand as an avid non-believer of Christianity, and any religion for that matter. Logically I don't think it makes sense, and perhaps that's my downfall; the use of logic. It may be a little bold of me to say, but I think to an extent religion replaces or somewhat distorts logic with faith. 'Tis only a simpleton's thoughts =)
     These ponderments were sparked by a baptism I attended today; the ever-so-altruistic Sophie , a very good friend made from the days of college, decided it was about time to take the plunge (there was certainly a pun intended). Proceedings maintained a high level of interest, although I can't deny in my experience that any Christian service makes the eyelids droop a little. It's difficult to receive a sermon all about loving somebody you don't believe in. It's like attending a lesson in geography when you study sports science; irrelevant and a tad dull. That's not to say that the actual ceremony was boring. Far from it in fact! The point where Sophie had to enter a small pool hidden behind the stage and be dunked was particularly enjoyable. I wish I had been allowed a picture; instead we'll have to do with this one taken later during tea & cakes:

      The newly baptised Soph is central, flanked by Stels (left) and Pols (right).
      After all the church stuff was dealt with we headed down to Gyllyngvase, a beach which boasts as Falmouth's sandy highlight (although some residents may argue that point. It's the biggest, let's say. Most people there thought it'd be a nice idea to swim in the ocean, which we did. And it was cold. I would go on to exaggerate exactly how ludicrously cold it was, but in reality it was typical for Cornwall in April. Sufficed to say it's now about 8 hours later and I still can't feel my nips.
    I will bid farewell, short and sweet. Chances are tomorrow will not produce an entry, as the plan is to attack Truro in as drunken manner as possible and I am partial to a little alchy. Anyway, have a hoot!
     Ollie
(P.S. Apologies for the worst title in the world, it suddenly spawned and I thought it hilarious)