Recently a diary, purporting to be that of Jesus was found in an undisclosed desert location. It gives an insight into Jesus the man, showing a side to him you won’t see in the bible. This extract is from the days leading up to what we know as Easter.
I thought we’d get the weekend going early and have a slap up meal, just me and the lads. As usual the missus, Mary, was on at me about coming along too – she knows girlfriends are not allowed at these all boys get-togethers but you know what she’s like, nag, nag, nag... Holy Grail... that girl can go on.
Eventually she comes up with the hair-brained scheme of dressing up as a man and sneaking in. I told her she’ll never get away with it – long hair, no beard but hey what can you do. So after a lot of nagging I finally agreed to it. Hopefully the others will be too pissed to notice. But between you and me diary, I think it’ll be more trouble than it’s worth, one day someone is going to rumble us, I just hope some genius doesn’t get a picture of us all.
Boy did we enjoy ourselves; anyone would think it was our last supper. After a few hours some of the lads started flagging so we all went into the garden to get some fresh air. I thought this might perk them up a bit, but no. They were all dozing off. It’s not as if we’re old or anything, not sure about the others but I’m only in my early 30’s. Bloody lightweights.
Anyway, I’m out there trying to gee them up a bit with some stories, magic tricks, bit of juggling - but they weren’t having any of it; even that fucking cockerel crowing didn’t disturb them. Actually that’s not strictly fair, Peter was still awake – he’s a true mate, in fact you couldn’t shut him up. He was having a great time winding this guy up – he kept telling him he didn’t know me. He must have said it three times at least – he’s a card that one, he’ll go far.
The next bit is a bit fuzzy but from what I can remember, some soldiers showed up asking for me. I didn’t think we were being that noisy. What I want to know is how they knew what I looked like, so much for mates, bloody Judas’s, the lot of them.
Woke up this morning and thought; “Good..... Friday!” As it turned out, there was nothing good about it at all. I had a terrible day. Everyone was really rather nasty, especially that Pontius Pilot, I even said to him “don’t you know who my father is.” To cut a long story short; got arrested. Put on trial – what a joke of a judiciary. It then went from bad to worse. By the end of the day it was all getting beyond a joke and to top it all, it started bloody raining. Definitely not a day I want to be reminded of in future.
Feel pretty rough today. Not going to write much, think I’ll just lay low. Just wanted to say...those guys! Such jokers, not only have they left me in some sort of cave wearing only a sheet, but the bastards have rolled a huge rock in front of the door. How do they think I’m going to get out, I’m not a miracle worker. On a more alarming note I seem to have sweated so much in the night that an image of my face and body has rubbed off onto the sheet I’m wearing. I’m not usually that much of a sweater. Must make sure I get rid of that, don’t want it getting into the wrong hands...
So...me and the rock blocking the door... luckily I found a fire exit (thank god for those health and safety blokes, I’m not usually one for making predictions but that’s an industry I can see will do well in the future. If I hadn’t seen that little green sign on the wall I’d have been in a bit of a pickle). Anyway saw a few folks this morning – they all looked pretty miserable until I showed up, I said to them, “cheer up, you look as if you’ve just seen a ghost”