Harry's Blog

You know, I'm not entirely happy with the way this planet is being run. Sure it can be great sometimes, the beautiful sunny weather this evening is rather splendid, as is the Smirnoff Ice that's going down very well as an appetizer to tonight's pizza-based repast.

But that really doesn't make up for 22,000 killed by a typhoon in Burma. Nor does it make up for what awaits me on Sunday when I will be scattering the ashes of my late wife Lanie.

Gordon Brown is getting an awful lot of stick at the moment for the mess he's making of the whole 10p tax debacle, the credit crunch and the war in Iraq. People are calling for his resignation.

So it seems fair enough to me that we call the management of this planet to account for what's going on. How can a typhoon that kills 22,000 people happen to fall into someone's blind spot? I'm sure many will be praying for aid for the people in Burma, but it makes more sense to me to ask God what exactly he was doing that evening that was so bloody important.

That's the same question I've asked him about the day after the twins were born when Lanie was allowed to die. I'd like to know what was going on in the management of the planet on that day. We've two children that might like to know the reason one day.

Perhaps it is time for a public inquiry or even impeachment for the management. Perhaps it is time for us to remove the diplomatic immunity offered to deities for so-called "acts of God." I'd rather like some answers.