The Blessing of Thomas

Doubting Thomas 390pix (2)

I call it the “Blessing” even though we are lead to think the “Doubt” was a flaw in the nature of Thomas and that Jesus admonished him for his failure to believe without proof.

The “Doubt” of Thomas is taken to refer to his scepticism about the physical re-incarnation of Christ as reported to him by the apostles – that Jesus had indeed beaten the “death-barrier” The other possibility that Thomas simply wanted to be certain that it was indeed Jesus and not an impostor is somewhat underplayed. “Doubt” is therefore vilified as being unchristian – at least in John’s gospel.

This excerpt from a sermon I pulled up on the web, seems to support my contention…

“~The question is, will we be a doubter, or will we be one of those who Jesus said were blessed because they believe, even though they have not seen?

Dear Father, help us to believe in our heart those truths we find in your Holy Word, even though we have not seen them with our eyes. Amen.”

I personally find the above quote rather invidious, in that a member of a Congregational flock (especially a child) really has little choice but to try to believe without question, in order to remain part of the group. In one fell swoop, the prayer above brands anyone who doubts as being wrong and therefore not blessed by Jesus. The conclusion, that it is in some way unchristian to doubt and question, cannot be avoided. The conditioning is further underlined by the fact that the excerpt comes from ‘Sermons for Kids’:

‘Questioning belief’ therefore becomes a secret process, carrying with it the guilt of deception, together with a sense of inadequacy and ‘wrongness’.

All the translations of the Holy Bible I have looked at, including the modern-language ones, read in a steady scholastic way, probably due to the influence of the translators, who were probably ‘bookish-monkish’ and almost certainly cloistered.

So let’s go back 1,974 years and look at the scene in the familiar ‘human’ way of newspapers and contemporary writing:

~ Jesus has just been crucified – his disciples are in great danger from the authorities, who having ‘seen to’ the group leader, are now keen to ‘mop up’ his possibly disorientated followers. It would have probably been wiser for the sect to disband, at least for a while, until the heat died down; but no – their elation at having seen Jesus eight days earlier when he was supposed to be dead has brought them together again, this time with Thomas who wasn’t at the first meeting.

I cannot understate the danger they must have been in:

Ciaiphas had persuaded the Romans, through the political face-saving manoeuvrings of Pilate, to remove any remaining threat to their authority. The establishment would no doubt be hoping that the group would attempt to meet. Roman and possibly Jewish spies would be dispatched to merge and infiltrate the close community. Every move made by the disciples and Mary would be tracked. One can imagine bribes, rewards and promises of promotion being given, together with threats to the Jews to reveal the whereabouts of the criminals – the blasphemers.

I can imagine the thoughts of Thomas:

“Mary didn’t recognise Jesus at the tomb”

“What if he is an impostor and a spy?”

I can imagine him listening to Mary and asking:

“But why didn’t you touch him? Why didn’t you touch the wounds?”

Mary’s response “he told me not to” would only raise the suspicion that the wounds were false and painted on the body of the impostor.

Thomas was probably aware that Mary touched Jesus often; bathing and anointing him…she would know by touch or smell if Jesus was genuine.

“Maybe that’s why the man claiming to be Jesus told Mary not to touch him, and now he’s probably tracked us down to one of our risky meetings behind closed and locked doors.”

Thomas may have come to the conclusion that the authorities were trying to capture them all. He had not been there when the disciples saw him the previous Monday, eight days ago – plenty of time for a possible Jesus-spy to sort out an ambush.

All that would be needed would be a signal, like the Judas-kiss and they would all suffer a slow painful death.

So it is understandable that Thomas would consider that the only practical way of being sure that the man was not an impostor, would be to examine the wounds to see if they were real. If they were real, then that would be the proof he needed.

So here we are the following Tuesday. Again a clandestine meeting behind locked doors; fear and danger are palpable. Suddenly Jesus or the impostor is in the room –

Perhaps he was there all the time, although John does make it sound like a miraculous materialization…

~“And after eight days, again his disciples were within and Thomas with them: then came Jesus, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst and said, Peace be unto you.

Then said he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand and thrust it into my side; and be not faithless, but believing.”

“…and be not faithless, but believing.”

How often the above statement is used to quell doubt; to bring conformity and obedience within religious groups. How many of a congregation in a church, temple or mosque, would have the courage to stand up and say:

“I’m not sure if a God exists, but I’m looking and thinking, analysing and praying that one does exist because if there is no God and no Afterlife, then all I have left are of few years on this planet before final oblivion.”

Of course those are my words and fears and yet my Doubt is what actually motivates me and drives me on. It is my doubt that spurs me to attend meetings; to read and meditate on the concept of eternity. Sometimes I think that if this planet and this three-dimensional existence were “all” then maybe we would take better care of it and of ourselves, instead of putting up with this life and its problems as merely an annex to a “better place.”

It’s no use leaving this world in a mess, or destroying it because there’s a Heaven to go to.

Meanwhile, back in the locked meeting room, “Doubting Thomas” has got the proof he needed:

“And Thomas answered and said unto him, “My Lord and my God.”

By uttering the words above, Thomas at once exposed himself to the greatest physical risk if caught or betrayed. He had not referred to Jesus as the Son of God, but as God Himself – as God incarnate – total blasphemy to any establishment surveillance. Death would be a blessed release from the torture he would have to endure if reported and captured. No wonder Annas Ciaiphas, Pilate and the Jewish community wanted rid of Jesus. The upstart Christ had the potential to destroy the Jewish holy order – not that the Romans would have minded too much, except as an occupying force, they would have sought to keep the Jews “in their place”. Pilate would be keen to “keep the peace” – as the envoy from Rome, he would be blamed if dangerous uprisings threatened the stability of the Roman occupation. How very modern and News 24 it all sounds…

It is the final statement of Jesus that is used most often today, to quell doubt and the inevitable questioning that follows – questioning that might destabilise the current religious establishments, much in the way Annas and Ciaiphas feared the influence of Jesus:

“Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed; blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.”

Of course “They” or blessed; “They” do not have the gnawing doubt; “They” do not have the moments of elation, followed by misgivings. “They” are the believers.

But then, what is “Belief” and would you die for your belief, without the proof Thomas needed? Perhaps more importantly, would you take the risk of losing that belief in the light of critical analysis, or would you prefer to embrace what you perceive as “The Mystery”, and are afraid that investigation will reveal “the light” to be an illusion? It may be more virtuous to doubt courageously, than to hide behind a group-screen of blind belief and conformity.

The Blessing of Thomas for me is that I do not feel so alone in my doubt.

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Directing Jesus and Mary Magdalene

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Craig Price as Jesus in Bill Kenwright’s Production of Jesus Christ Superstar

~ I have always been fascinated with the characters of Jesus and Mary, so when the chance to help to direct a new actor in the role for the National Tour of Tim Rice and Andrew Lloyd Webber’s “Jesus Christ Superstar” came along, I naturally grabbed it with both hands.

In order to prepare, I turned first to the Bible and re-read the accounts of Jesus’ brief ministry. The New Testament seemed to exhibit the signs of censorship and ‘spin’. Was Jesus really like my childhood hero, Marshall Matt Dillon in the television series Gunsmoke? If Matt was Jesus with a Stetson on his head and a star on his chest, did Mary Magdalene work behind the counter of the Last Chance Saloon, in the guise of Kitty the barmaid? A celibate hero of fairplay and humanity and his platonic relationship with a tarnished woman of the world?

Tim Rice seemed to think so:

Judas: “It’s not that I object to her profession. But she doesn’t fit in well with what you do and say.”

Times have changed and today’s action hero’s are more vulnerable, flawed, lusty and three dimensional than my pure and innocent stereotypes of the 1950’s. Could the canonical gospels of Mathew, Mark, Luke and John, be presenting a cleaned-up version of the Jesus-story? Could the New Testament be simply an authorized biography, compiled and edited for the purpose of evangelistic recruitment and the promotion of the central figure of Jesus as being supernatural and divine.

When I have the choice of an ‘authorised’ or ‘unauthorised’ biography, I invariably choose the ‘unauthorised’ version. The other may have been censored and airbrushed to project an approved image of the personality in question. This is usually for the benefit of that person and the organisation surrounding them.

“Let me try to cool down your face a bit.” Mary sang and glided across the stage, through the excited apostle-dancers. “Oh Mary, that is good” Helen the actress playing Mary, hugged Jesus close and lovingly, as she massaged his forehead with ointment. I worried – was the scene going too far? Outside the Bristol Hippodrome, Christian fundamentalists were picketing the entrance. Would their presence increase or decrease ticket sales?

Was I wrong in thinking about money? What about the reviews? I compromised, “Craig love – can you stop looking so turned on?” Mary giggled. Suddenly Craig launched himself at Mary “Stop it Craig!” blurted Helen. Somewhere underneath the mass of white robes and long wig that had been Jesus, her giggles had turned to shrieks of laughter. The apostles sniggered and the bellowing laughter of Ciaiphas echoed in the wings. “Ok guys – let’s have a break.” I went for a short walk in the fresh air to mull things over. Standing on the theatre steps, I was confronted by an unhappy protestor. “This is blasphemy” he said. As I walked around the theatre, I thought about the angry, unhappy faces and how they contrasted with the hilarity I had just witnessed on stage. Surely Jesus had laughed and teased Mary and the apostles? I made a mental note to find places in the production for a laughing Jesus.

I realised that Jesus had become a symbol and a bridge of belief that for those outside the theatre was being threatened. Yet during the evening performances, other Christians were being moved to tears and even non-believers were being made to think twice about their discarded beliefs.

It had started to rain, so I pushed through the earnest crowds and walked down the central aisle of the theatre stalls. Jesus and Judas were sharing holiday photos with Annas and Ciaiphas. “Ok, Let’s pick up from where we stopped” Craig’s face became ‘visionary’, Alistair and Steve retreated to their high balcony on stage right, to look down on them as the ominous Ciaiphas and Annas and Helen once more became the loving ‘redeemed’ Mary. Well almost; “Helen! Put those photos away!”.

Even though Jesus Christ Superstar is about Jesus the man, the transformation became two dimensional. I remembered Jimmy Porter in John Osborne’s last play ,Déjà vu and his cynical remark on society “Stereotypes all” Even John Osborne became the stereotype of the foppish country gentleman in his last days.

What I mean about two-dimensional is the physical appearance of Jesus and Mary. As you can see in the illustration at the bottom of this post, there is an expectation that Jesus will be tall, slim and with a handsome aesthetic face. Jesus should also have white robes and preferably blue eyes.

Mary the Prostitute: Mary Magdalene has become so linked with the prostitute in the bible (although that is not certain - I will write about this soon) that she is seen as having dark hair and is usually dressed in red (see illustrations at top and bottom of article). A squat, swarthy Jesus would not do - neither would a plain studious woman fit the public expectation in the part of Mary.

Jesus the symbol and the stereotype: The protestors did not want Tim Rice and Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Jesus to be a three-dimensional man. Superstar or not – to have Jesus as a man, would imply that Jesus would have had human failings, as well as his sanctity and divinity

Judas sings: “If you strip away the Myth from the Man” “You’ve started to believe the things they say of you. You really do believe this talk of God is true”

Later the spirit, (or is it the soul?) of Judas, descends a staircase (from Heaven?) and admonishes Jesus:

Every time I look at you I don’t understand, how you let the things you did get so out of hand. You’d have managed better if you had it planned. Why did you choose such a strange time and such a strange land. If you’d come today, you would have reached the whole nation. Israel in BC had no mass-communication”

Mass communication or not, the life of Jesus had spread rapidly throughout the east. Jesus became a prophet of Islam; the Jewish God YHWA became also Allah and Jesus ascended as a symbol to be found in Tao and Buddhist philosophy. In a sense the spirit of Jesus was released from his earthly body at the moment of physical death and is still radiating outward, touching and affecting people in such a personal way, that he is represented as Asian, Caucasian, Oriental, Negroid. That is the Spirit of Jesus

But what of the Soul of Jesus and is that different from the Spirit?

In the beautiful translation of the Gnostic Gospel of Mary Magdalene by Jean-Yves Leloup, Mary receives a vision of the resurrected Jesus:

Then I said to him: Lord, when someone meets you in a Moment of vision, is it through the soul (psyche) that they see, or is it through the Spirit (Pneuma)?

I doubt if the Gospel of Mary Magdalene will ever be accepted into the church establishment. The thought that Jesus may have been a vision and not re-incarnated flesh and blood may be shattering and casts immediate doubt on the account in the Gospel of John (and only in the Gospel of John) of ‘doubting’ Thomas placing his fingers into the wounds.

But Jesus answers Mary: It is neither through the soul nor the spirit, but the nous between the two which sees the vision, and it is this which….

(My father had the “Nous”) -

Tantalisingly, the next four pages are missing. Could they have been censored? Would the revelations of the supposed Jesus-vision have destroyed the symbol and therefore the stereotype Jesus the early Christians sought to create?

Certainly the next pages after the omission resemble the journey of the soul toward the light, as found in the Tibetan Book of the Dead. Perhaps the Gospel of Mary Magdalene was written by a Taoist monk, himself reacting to the story of Jesus and integrating it to his beliefs.

Nevertheless what follows is stupendous in its spirituality and mystery:

“I left the world with the aid of another world; a design was erased, by virtue of a higher design. Henceforth I travel toward Repose, where time rests in the Eternity of Time; I go now into Silence.” Having said all this, Mary became silent, for it was in silence that the Teacher spoke to her.

That silence is something that every Spiritualist and Quaker; every monk and nun who has taken a vow of silence will understand. Only when the relentless chatter that goes on, both inside and outside of a person’s head, has been silenced, will the “still small voice” be heard.

Directing Craig as Jesus, involved finding the spirit of Jesus within the man. As Elaine Pagels says so clearly in her book “Beyond Belief”, in the conflict between the Gospels of John and Thomas:

“For what John rejects as religiously inadequate – the conviction that the divine dwells as “light” within all beings – is much like the hidden “good news” that Thomas’s gospel proclaims. Many Christians today, who read the Gospel of Thomas, assume at first that it is simply wrong and deservedly called heretical. Yet what Christians have disparagingly called Gnostic and heretical sometimes turn out to be forms of Christian teaching that are merely unfamiliar to us – unfamiliar precisely because of the active and successful opposition of Christians such as John.

So Craig and I looked at the Queran (Koran), the Holy Bible and also the Taoist “Guru” Osho, who in his book “The Pathless Path” states that the teachings of Jesus indicate that he must have spent some time in the East - strange but not impossible as there are three “lost” years just before Jesus commenced his teaching.

The lyrics of Tim Rice also give a thoughtful slant on Jesus “the Man”

“I only want to say, If there is a way

Take this cup away from me, cause I don’t want to taste it’s poison

Feel it burn me, I have changed, I’m not the same as when I started.

Then I was inspired, now I’m sad and tired…”

For me, the vunerability of Jesus is as important as his Divinity. I can identify with him as a human being and through him, rather like a lens, I can perceive something of “The Light.”

I can accept the right of the Christians outside of the theatre to protest and try to stop the performance – but at the same time, when a belief becomes so set and rigid that the believer attempts to stop others from following their own pathway, that belief becomes frozen, petrified and without the prospect of further growth and development.
Oh yes – Craig and Helen were


wonderful as Jesus and Mary.

ps - that’s not Craig and Helen above, but an illustration of the stereotypical perception of Jesus and Mary. Now go and look again at the photo at the top of this post.















































































 - have a look at other Jesus Christ Superstar production photos.





Elaine Pagels “Beyond Belief” The Secret Gospel of Thomas.







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Sexy Spirituality (1) ~ Something for Breakfast

Jesus Christ Toast   Virgin Mary Grilled Cheese photoWas Mary Magdalene really the ultimate toastie and was Jesus her star-crossed lover?

That’s a provocative opening statement, but there is quite some evidence to suggest that she was a remarkable woman - the counterpoint to Jesus.

Dan Brown and the Da Vinci Code have awakened an interest in Mary as a woman and of her relationship with Jesus. There is a liberal contemporary view that tries to find the “Man” in Jesus and the corresponding “Woman” in Mary.

Of course what I am really referring to with “the Man” is the idea of Jesus as having earthly desires.  Without Jesus having experienced them, I cannot see how he could really comprehend the essence of the life-force that is who we were then and are now.

I resist a personified, moralistic concept of a God; male and authoratitive, who dominates the religions of Christianity and Islam - quite unlike the more feminine religions of the East - of Buddhism and Tao.

So I admit I am biased when it comes to any discovery of a sexual side to Jesus - and of course to Mary.

Much of religious doctrine boils down to sex ~ and the avoidance of it.

“Anyone who has read Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code is aware that his entire novel revolves around the alleged historical fact that Jesus and Mary Magdalene married and had a child together (2003, pp. 244-245). Brown bases his claim on the following brief statements from the non-inspired, gnostic Gospel of Philip, which apparently was penned during the second or third century (cf. Meyer, 2005b, p. 63; Isenberg, n.d.). [NOTE: Brackets indicate missing words.]

Three women always walked with the master: Mary his mother, [] sister, and Mary of Magdala, who is called his companion. For Mary is the name of his sister, his mother and his companion (Meyer, 2005b, p. 57).

The companion of the [] is Mary of Magdala. The [] her more than [] the disciples, [] kissed her often on her []. The other []…said to him, “Why do you love her more than all of us?” (Meyer, 2005b, p. 63).”

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You see - I want the translation to read “The Saviour Loved her more than all of the disciples, and kissed her often on her Mouth. The other (and that indicates that Mary was a disciple also) disciples said to him, “Why do you love her more than all of us?”

That indicates that Mary was the Nurturing Goddess, fused to the earth and that Jesus was the brilliance of the God ~ a combined personification of “The All”.

I’d go with that.

The toast pictures are from ~ it looks a good site tho’ I’ve only skimmed it so far.

excerpt from ~

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To Love and be Loved in Return

Today was the first day of rehearsals for the new part-company change-over and I (as usual) had spent a restless night in my usual state of pre-rehearsal nerves.

I’ll admit to feeling very old and ‘passed-it’ as I struggled against the icy wind that was blasting down the full length of Princes Street in Edinburgh this morning. I had hoped to go on the “Ghost Walk” that Anthony (the Ant) Wren had arranged for the previous evening but the prospect of teaching and keeping up with a group of 18-23yr old fit young dancer-singers had caused me to withdraw to my room in the hope of managing to prepare for the moment of truth when my 64yr old body would have to demonstrate to the young athletes exactly how to do the choreography.

Preparation for me involves sitting and pondering and thinking and worrying and trying to visualise exactly how the day will go and exactly how I am going to be and how the dancers are going to be (all of which is rather impossible - and I really should have gone on the Ghost Walk, instead of just gradually becoming more and more neurotic as the evening passed.)

There is something very formal and gladiator-like about doing things “right” the night before rehearsals. I had eaten early and had decided that a hot bath and an early night would be the best for me, especially as I had recently gone through a colonoscopy procedure - all the months of worry about cancer of the intestines which happily turned out to be unfounded - but which had nevertheless started during my stint on Whistle Down the Wind in the USA last summer, when a feeling of weakness and ill health crept up on me and stayed until I got the “all clear” around three weeks ago.

To be honest, I still don’t feel 100%, but the knowledge that the cause isn’t the “Big C” as John Wayne used to call it, but most likely the “Big A” does help somewhat.

After a really hot bath, I tucked myself up in bed and waited for Somnus the God of Sleep - and yes, Somnus did arrive………………..eventually.


8am ~The alarm rang all too soon at (I’ll be rehearsing in two hours!)

8.45am ~ I dozed off for a while (rehearsing in an hour and a quarter!)

9am ~Sitting by my bedroom window, smoking a cigarette with my third cup of coffee I’ve got to be out in half an hour - (why does time fly so quickly when a dreaded moment approaches?)

When I was a child, life beyond a forthcoming visit to a dentist was impossible to contemplate. It was the same this morning. How I wished for the day to melt away, so I could go straight to the evening, without the problem of the eight-hour rehearsal period that was due to start in less than an hour.

snow storm princes street gardens-1I looked out over the floral gardens and the open-air theatre that Liz my ex-wife and I had performed in 43 years ago…

Forty-Three Years Ago!!

And here I was, still dancing (or still trying to) Still choreographing (or still trying to)

With five minutes to go before I struggled on my winter anorak, I did the only thing I could think of; I asked the universe for help.

Just please help me - please help me.

I arrived at the theatre at around 10mins to 10am (I wish I had got there earlier) and changed into my rehearsal jeans and t-shirt, uncomfortably aware that the new dancers were already warming up and waiting for my arrival on-stage.

My cellphone bleeped -10am -time to start

Please, please help me.

I had only just started when help arrived. My cellphone rang. It was Bill, my producer and friend. ‘I just thought I’d ring you and tell you that you’ve got a good review in America for “Whistle”. Bless him. Bill works so hard that he makes me look like I’m standing still when I’m going flat out and yet he had found time to give me a boost. Then Adam, my assistant seemed to go into top gear and even I managed to get a little momentum into my teaching.

The day passed well and 6pm arrived a tad too soon. I decided to have an Indian meal in the “Shazan” tandoori restaurant across the road from the theatre. Half way through my Lamb Korma, Liz rang. She had been thinking about me all day and wishing me well…

I am not especially good at acting or dancing or singing or choreographing but I love it so and my feelings as I write this post can be summed up in two song lyrics:-

“I get by with a little help from my friends”

And especially:-

“The greatest thing you will ever learn is just to Love and be Loved in return.”

Thank you.

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A Pagan Hogmanay

New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day is a very special time across the world and it is celebrated with great fervour in Scotland, where it is called Hogmanay.

Due to the chasm between the Roman Catholic Church and the Protestant movements, Christmas Day was not celebrated in Scotland until surprisingly recent times, and was virtually banned for around 400 years, from the end of the 17th century to the 1950s. Even today Hogmanay seems to mean more to the Scots, than the celebrations of the 25th December

I had been looking forward to my first “North of the Border New Year”, as we are currently there until mid-January. I was especially thrilled as I am staying in a flat on Princes Street, overlooking the floral gardens below Edinburgh Castle, where the Hogmanay Festivities would be especially boisterous.

It was not to be however, as I got a call from my production office, telling me that I had to be in London yesterday (31st Dec’) to audition new cast members for our current “Joseph” production.


And so…just when everyone was getting ready for the big night…I found myself butting down the M6, overnight on the 30th, to be ready to audition new young hopefuls on New Years Eve in central London.

Oh Well!

It was a shame because I had really been looking forward to a Scottish Hogmanay. As a young boy, I had followed my father, out into the cold night around 10 minutes to midnight on New Years Eve and watched as he picked up a piece of coal and wrapped a silver sixpence into a piece of silver paper. Then just after the chimes of Durham Cathedral rang out, he would knock on the front door of our home (we had exited through the back door) to be welcomed by my mother with a glass of sherry (a glass for me too) and a piece of Christmas Cake.

Of course what Dad and I were doing was and is still called “first footing”

First footing is still common in Scotland. To ensure good luck for the house, the first foot should be male, and dark-haired, which is believed to be a throwback to the Viking days when blond strangers arriving on your doorstep meant trouble. The original Celtic tribes of Britain and Eire were small dark-haired pixie-like people and so the modern image of a Scotsman as being red-haired only goes to show that the modern Scot is perhaps more Viking/Scandinavian than the Celtic original.

So…I’ll be getting up at 5am tomorrow (the 2nd Jan’) to drive up to Edinburgh to do a Lighting session in the late morning, even though the 2nd January is a holiday in Scotland, as well as being their first day of the year - all part of Scotland’s fascinating cultural legacy of ancient customs and traditions surrounding the pagan festival of Hogmanay.

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o kindness yet, for auld lang syne.”

Robert Burns. (btw: I share his birthday!)

With Pagan Yule and Pagan Hogmanay, it would seem that I am launching a sustained attack on Christianity and so I’ll close this entry with support from an unexpected quarter. I’ve tried to embed the video here (from MySpace) but the system is too crowded at the moment to download it (Hogmanay around the world) I did however, download it onto GroveTalk, my rather redundant message-board last August and you can find it by clicking the link below:-

I’ll try to embed the video here when MySpace becomes less crowded, but the link above is just as good (and who knows, you may join the board, as it could do with some new life and even a bit of genuine controversy.) I’ve just tried to view the link again at 01:12 on the 2nd, and it is loading/not loading because of the heavy holiday traffic - do keep trying tho’ because it’s worth it.

I wish you all a Guid New Year.

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