If there was ever any doubt in my mind, I have now resigned myself to the fact that Beelzebub is keeping a spot warm for me down there in Hell…

Much to my dismay, I have become the interest of a couple of local Jehovah’s Witnesses who seem concerned—overly so—for my soul. While I’m more than happy to have my fair share of heated religious discussion, things can get a little tiresome after about the 6th visit. Subsequently, I now find myself pretending to be out so as to avoid people selling me their particular flavour of Belief.