On going fishing and hanging around with slatterns

On going fishing and hanging around with slatterns

Jesus.

No, really.

I've been told – by the kind of humourless person who knits their own packed lunch - to behave myself or I'll make Jesus cry.

Yeah, right.

If I were a betting man (and there's a very good reason why I'm not), I'd give good money on the premise that your Lord and Saviour was, all things said and done, a bit of a geezer.

Let's take a look at the evidence:

He lived under the occupation of a foreign invader, complete with mass migrations and marauding Campaign for Free Galilee terrorists/freedom fighters chopping up Pilate's wife and posting her back to the Romans. So what does that good Irish lad Jesus O'Nazareth do?

- Goes on a forty day extreme backpacking holiday in the wilderness, where he has *cough* "visions"

- Goes fishing with the guys

- Hangs about with prostitutes

- Tells a mean tall tale about slaughtering fatted calves TO DETH

- Is the guy who goes out and gets more booze when the wedding party drinks the place dry

- Brought dead guy back to life as a frickin' brain-eating ZOMBIE

- Starts a punch-up in the temple

- Punches Dan Brown in the cock*

- Rode a dinosaur and took out the entire crack Roman Third Legion with illegally imported phased-plasma rifle**

On the downside:

- Beard

- Sandals

Hardly the 'meek and mild' image we've been fed these last two thousand years, I'm sure you'll agree.

I bet he didn't even cry like a girl that time they nailed him to a tree for that whole 'Romanes Eunt Domus' business.

Only a flesh wound.

Geezer.

* May actually be a lie

** May also be a lie