I obviously have an evil and un-redeemed sense of humour.

After the last post I had this image of an old fellow done up in robes and tied to a stake, close to the martyrs memorial at the end of Broad street in Oxford. He's surrounded by brushwood and a large crowd has gathered to watch. As men in Cromwellian style armour draw close, holding burning brands he holds up his hands and says "would you mind waiting just a moment? I'm really not sure about that passage in Luke, and I'd just like to read it again to try to make up my mind. I am not at all sure if it's OK for me to be burnt at the stake."

I find this funny in a dark and slightly unpleasant way.