Holy Gob 3 March 2008
I am to be a godmother again and, in a buck to previous trends, this time I am to be moral and spiritual guide to a small boy. The lad in question is quite a card. He has a tumble of blonde curls, is only a few years old and already has a keen wit and sense of humour. On Christmas Day he took himself off for a wee snooze when the excitement got a bit much without a by your leave to anyone – very much a man with a mind of his own. He did a picture of god for his gran recently which was all red and green and yellow, she tells me. The title was gob as he got his d backwards. So we now know what Holy Gob looks like. It’s amazing to think that a small person of only a handful of years, not yet at school, should take the time to think about this higher being and imagine what that being might look like. And it’s very relieving to know that Gob is such a colourful and friendly type. For myself, I’m not sure I believe in anything except not doing harm while we’re here and leaving a few good memories behind, as well as a few bob for the relatives and some plants in the ground that will probably long outlast my memory. It’s not the worst way to be, though, eh?
By the way, this lad’s brother once remarked (when not much older than the small boy is now) that Jesus died on a plus – I liked that idea so much I put it in a book.
