In a conversation with two people this evening one of them said, 'Well, Zac's is a foyer for church really.'
At that point we were interrupted and had to move and it wasn't until later on my way home that I realised what he meant: that Zac's is an entrance, a gateway, into other 'proper' churches. What a cheek!
Zac's is a church. A church for ragamuffins. Not a stopping off point. Well, it can be that for people in need of rest but it's a church in its own right. It's not a place where people can wait, be prepared, made ready, until they're good enough for a 'real' church. And I shall jolly well tell the speaker so - politely of course - when next I see him. Huh!
Not sure how well the Bruce Springsteen quotation went down with the older church people in prison tonight but it doesn't really matter. It only matters how it went down with the guys - one of whom, coincidentally, it turns out was on security at the last Springsteen gig I attended in Cardiff.
Come to think of it, my rendition of 'Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run,' may not have impressed them either. Or my impromptu Jewish dancing.
And my dinner plans went awry again.
A big shop in Sainsburys this afternoon with steak and salad planned for dinner. i bought the salad but it wasn't until I was nearly home that I remembered I'd forgotten the steak. 'Not to worry,' I said. 'I can get it in Tesco's on my way home from prison.'
Which would have been fine if I'd remembered to take my purse.