These poor Christians. Not since the days when they were cavalierly thrown to the lions for the entertainment of the fee-paying public (they weren’t by the way, that’s just part of the whole ‘cult of victim’ they’ve been building for years) have they had such a hard time of it.
Now, not only are they not allowed to turn away dirty and degenerate gays from their b’n’bs (though, if the Tories get back in, they probably will be, going by the stories in the papers at the weekend of the Shadow Home Secretary being outed saying he thought they had the right to refuse access to buggers), they also can’t ram their unhygienic crucifixes down your throat while you recover in a hospital bed. *sheds tear of real water. Discovers it’s actually white wine spritzer after a few of those on the roof of Soho House*
Yes, Shirley Chaplin, who plainly thinks she’s Shirley MacLaine in Sweet Charity with that hair, worked as a nurse and despite being asked to remove her crucifix while at work – or, hey!, pop it under your blouse – refused and when she was disciplined took the hospital to court for religious discrimination. Because hospitals have a bunch of money to waste on court time with the likes of Shirl.
His Archbishopness of Canterbury himself stepped into the row calling health and safety concerns ‘wooden-headed bureaucratic silliness’ – because let’s not put people’s health above some woman’s ‘right’ to wear jewellery to school – sorry, work – shall we.
‘Every Christian at work will now be afraid to mention their beliefs,’ said a very sad Shirl. Which we doubt but find would be a refreshing change.
PS Once more: wear it under your blouse, silly wooden-headed woman.