I was a precocious brat. I’m sure that doesn’t need stating for most of you, but just in case some of you haven’t met me in person and therefore couldn’t deduce it, I thought I’d make it clear.
Today Mum told me that, aged four, Jehovah’s witnesses came to the door and my father answered it. I apparently tagged along. I then apparently solemnly informed the Jehovah’s witnesses that God was dead. My father was thrilled. My mother was mortified. And there began a long career of tormenting God-botherers…