Jesus - My Fake Diary
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Went round to Dad's last night. He's getting on a bit and I like to keep an eye on him.
He had me putting up shelves in the spare bedroom.
I remember when I was a kid and I told him that I wanted to be a prophet. "Profit!" he said. "All you bloody Jews think about is money. Go and get a trade, at least then you will have something to fall back on." So of course I ended up being a carpenter.
I wish that I'd never listened to him now. He wants me to go back round at the weekend and fix the back door.