Holy toast

[dduane]

Not Ghost. Toast.

If like us, you suffer from the almost constant disappointment of holy effigies failing to miraculously appear to you during breakfast, well fret no more, because help is at hand. The problem with your everyday religious apparitions is that, well for the fainthearted at least, they're a bit rubbish. Often it takes an almost suicidal leap of faith to see your chosen deity appear in your breakfast. You may have to squint sideways through blue Venetian silk stretched over the branches of a two hundred year old Abyssinian cedar tree, on the last Wednesday in June, whist standing on one leg in a an old sink half filled with water drawn by neutered goats from the 'Well of Indecision' high in the Kibla mountains - and even then, you may still find you're just looking at what will now be a rather cold piece of toast....

I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to have anything to do with any deity whatever during breakfast. Until the caffeine kicks in, there's always the possibility that I might say something rash while reading the news...