In the world of food and writing, I'm an al dente moaner, a social commentator looking through the holes of glazed ring doughnuts. There's no doubt, after all, that the life of someone who feels the need to write about the world around them tend to have a keen eye for the most delicious foods, often in the largest quantities.
Same-sex marriage is not a religious issue. It is a civil issue. It is not the mark of a religious creed. It is a mark of citizenship. It is a mark of community and citizenship. To the religious I say: By denying to others the rights that you enjoy, your are denying them the community, citizenship and sense of worth you enjoy.
As a Christian, there is one thing I dislike even more than blasphemy, and that is legislation that prohibits it. Such laws invariably contribute to increasing intolerance, violence and injustice, and are widely open to misuse. And the key point is, if your God needs man-made laws to protect him from insult, he must be a pretty small and weak deity.
One ought always to be on one's guard about those who assert that to think in a certain way is to commit a sin. This is the immoral and bullying trick that religion plays. Couched in cosy rhetoric and increasingly vague threats is the assumption that, in dissenting, you are subjecting yourself to an eternity of howling pain and misery.
Mark enters a relationship with Sophie (Olivia Colman) and finds, quite rapidly, that... he doesn't really like her. This isn't anyone's fault, neither are presented as terrible human beings. They're just fundamentally incompatible and only end up steamrolling into marriage due to crippling mutual loneliness.
Journalists are ten a penny today. Every other person you meet is one, in one sense or another. And that's not because we all hang out in particularly meretricious settings with the haves (not the have-nots), but because we're all writing, all giving our opinion, all setting the tone among our friends and beyond.