Now that my Cancer has become routine, I am used to it, the supposed shock has subsided, I find myself with a somewhat purposeless blog title. Cancerwithoutgod was a furious reaction to the anticipated torrent of godly nonsense I imagined might flow my way. Either my posts have been sufficient to act as a dam or more likely, and I say this with some disappointment, my courageous ‘battle with believers’ was more of a fond ambition than a reality. It seems that most people, or at least the lovely worried family and friends that subscribe to the blog, aren’t that bothered about taking on the big metaphysical issues but content themselves with the knowledge that ‘we know that he’s alright cos he’s wittering on about stuff like God.’ This wasn’t the plan. I was hoping for something more heroic and controversial. My visitors have never amounted to more than 12 per day. None of them the angry fundamentalists I hoped for. A few sellers of inflated willy’s but nothing to get my teeth into. That’s just fine because without anyone taking me on I find myself cooling down to a frozen certainty that God is dead for sure, he never lived, the concept is irrelevant, potentially destructive and actually not half as interesting as ‘Peaky Blinders Series 2.’ – which is truly brilliant. In fact if I was gay I would really fancy the leading actor, even straight I am quite tempted – he is amazingly charismatic and he makes the Brummy accent incredibly sexy – Best thing on TV for yonks. But I digress – Maybe it was the steroids that triggered my energetic outbursts but I find myself really bored by God. If anyone has a solution for this I would be grateful as I was enjoying feeling so feisty. Either that or I am going to have to change the title of this blog.