(Note: There is actually only one Puss. The title of this post is a shameless demonstration of the fact that we, unlike the powers that be at Gosport Bus Station, know how to spell the plural of “bus.”)
Those of you with good medium-term memory may recall the excitement over a set of Atheist adverts being put on buses, carrying the natty slogan “There’s probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life.”
It seems this advice has not been heeded by one Christian bus driver in Southampton, who refused to drive a bus displaying said advert, and was sent to bed without any tea by his employers. Presumably he was previously perfectly happy to drive about in buses advertising capitalist multinationals, bearing exploitative images of women and encouraging us to go out and spend money on goodness knows what rubbish – but there you are, that’s Scummerland for you.
Meanwhile, a happier news story hails from our old stomping ground of Southwark Diocese. It seems the Cathedral has adopted a cat, who rejoices in the name of Doorkins Magnificat.
The tabby stray started showing up at the Cathedral around Christmass time, and is now first in the queue to be let into the Temple of the Lord by the Vergers each morning. He was Christened Magnificat in honour of Our Lady, to whom the Cathedral is dedicated (it’s actually the Cathedral Church of S. Saviour and S. Mary Overie – the Vicar wants us to point out that this is definitely not “Saint Mary’s Ovaries,” which are something quite different).
Anyway, the Doorkins bit is apparently because he hangs about in doors, and is in no way poking fun at a famous atheist with a similar nomenclature. Yeah, whatever. You can read the full story here in the South London Press, Streatham’s most famous product (or possibly only product, except the Vicar).
We’re heartened by the suggestion that there may soon be a cat flap at Southwark Cathedral. We recently had one installed, courtesy of a charming man called Andy. We find it both useful and fun, and regularly stand in front of it waiting for the Vicar to open it for us. She seems to think we ought to do it ourselves. Honestly, have you ever heard of such a thing?