“I’d already flirted a little with Buddhism (which didn’t flirt back), then with Tantric Yoga (which most definitely did). My unwillingness to adopt a fixed grin or dance in public places makes me a lost cause to the Jehovah’s Witnesses and Hare Krishnas, and I considered Scientology but the chances of making any Hollywood contacts at the Dianetics Centre in Middle Abbey Street were far too slim. Frisbeeterianism sounded promising, until I discovered it was a made-up religion (aren’t they all?) with a central belief that when you die your soul goes up on the garage roof and you can’t get it back down.”
An article about faith, written for the Gloss magazine
