i don’t mind most religious people. i talk to them. you know, i listen to them banging on.. ‘i prayed very hard and then the fairy came.’ did he? good. have a biscuit. i only get annoyed when they try and make me see the fairy. ‘you have to let the fairy into your heart.’ look, i wouldn’t let him into my garden. i’d shoot him on sight, if he existed, which he doesn’t. now have another bicky and be quiet, please.