In which I seek a better word to describe a profoundly uplifting sensation.
Religious tradition has been being ‘undermined’ in Britain since recorded history began—most of the time by people of a distinctly religious persuasion.
To think of all the deliciously immoral acts I could have been getting up to today, if only it had occurred to me I needn’t be impeded by any sense of right or wrong.
A dreadful book attempting to breathe new life into the long-discredited myth of Charles Darwin's deathbed conversion to evangelical Christianity.
A journey in search of the pleasure and powers of silence.
The former pope reportedly sees management training as torment. As a conception of hell, it makes more sense than everlasting fire.
In the fudge-box-pretty village of Burton on my native Wirral Peninsula lie two graves, their inscriptions now utterly lost.