Ooh - that's tasty. Reminds me of church

Getting those midnight munchies and usual feast of farley's rusks with warm soya milk is a whole staircase and hallway away so reached out for nearest thing - holy wafers sent to me last xmas. Is that terrible? Perhaps I should start praying I don't lose my job right now. I should feel bad, guilty even, but I don't. That's why I'm a recovered Catholic.

I do believe in God or something like that but not in rules or intemediaries or heaven or hell

Good girls go to heaven - bad girls go everywhere

And when I'm dead that's what I want to be - dead: feel nothing and know nothing. This world can be considered heaven or hell. Why prolong it? I think I'd get bored living forever. Looking forward to a nice long peaceful dreamless rest. Not now though. Too much to do - for instance:

• Make a Euro pop hit
• Have an exhibition of my photos
• Run a retreat somewhere beautiful and sunny
• Write the next Shrek movie and the next Bridget Jones Diary
• Run a night club that bans fat girls in white dresses
• Streak through the vatican singing "I'm a little pixie"