Having spent most of yesterday demonstrating my aggressive atheism in the form of pathetic tweet jibes, aimed at the Pope and his band of jolly kiddyfiddlers, I was surprised to see that God does indeed work in mysterious ways. An hour of my day had been spent talking to some complete cock jockey at Barclays, so it was with great surprise to see that God had answered my (atheist) prayers in asking that Barclays be struck by a massive dollop of piss (or something equivalent). Oh ye of little faith. FYI - Boris, this had nothing to do with me, annoyingly.
