So it Came......And Went

The sky was a clear blue and the weather was warm, the air was scented with petrol fumes and coffee. Just like any other day. What was noticeably absent was seas of blood, demons roving the streets, the stench of brimstone, and Lucifer in the queue at Starbucks wondering whether to go for a skinny latte or a frappachino. There were no Rottweilers drooling and snarling, nor glassy eyed little boys in dodgy caps frolicking around the world's cemetaries.

Yes, Tuesday was the 6th day of the 6th month of 2006 and was surely the final nail in the coffin of any argument about omens, portents or associated bollocks in that it was no different to any other day - indeed, it was quite pleasant.

Diabolists are a sad lot these days. There was a time when they got respect, or at least their own shelf in the new age section at the local bookshop. Now though, they’ve been deposed by older, better religions. Wicca, paganism and so on - any many of these books offer crystals or cards in the packaging. So, a dusty hardback with a picture of a goat’s head is not going to do it.

Pagans, I reckon, get the best fun. You have a solstice or two, you have your midsummer fires, midwinter fires, Roodmass, candlemass, not to mention car boot sales to raise money for re-thatching the wicker man.

Let's face it.....when it comes down to it, there’s no point sacrificing anything you can’t pop on the barbeque afterwards.