Sanctuary

Yesterday i had a day of celebration by total accident. I have been going out more and looking at stuff - exhibitions (interspecies at cornerhouse - catching delia the pig on her last day), theatre (Contradictions at Contact). I was on my way to the theatre and had an hour to kill on Oxford Road. I didn't fancy hanging out on a Saturday night in any dingy student bars, drinking for the sake of it and sitting alone in a throng of people - why - because that is lonely as hell. Crossing over from the student union bar i went into the Church - Holy Name - a catholic outfit. Inside, unsure of what to do, i watched as people came in and out, bowed to the alter, sat, prayed, crossed themselves and popped in and out of small rooms with small doors. It was intriguing, beautiful and restful. I didn't know the rules but could probably work them out. I picked up a service sheet and it was all in latin. Memories of loving latin at school came flooding back. I think i was pretty religious as a kid, confirmed and everything - i wanted to belong to the church but then one day the pastor (lutheran) told me that studying genetics at University and going to church didn't go together. Something had to go...