Nothing delusional about skiing. Good entertaining fun. I enjoy jet skis for that matter. I say that my hobbies are not delusional. Why? Because everything about them is real. The risks are real, the fun is based on actually doing it rather than having faith that I might enjoy it in a next life.

The odds in the gambling bit are against you of course, but there are odds. Real odds and people with permatans and pampered poodles to prove you can win.

You see, it's a bit like Keith saying that lots of people are religious. The CofE itself has pointed out that for every parish, less than 3% of the population go to church. Even more so, of those who go, not every one believes in it. People go for cultural, get of the house, cuppa afterwards or to keep the peace with the family.

Mmm. No wonder Keith needs to find spurious Canadian small sample surveys, about as unbiased as drug company sponsored ones on drugs....

To say that atheists (whatever they are but I shall accept "rational" for the purpose of this) are in the minority is perhaps the biggest delusion within your delusion. I live very close to a very famous church with connections as good as it gets, home of The Wesleys. American tourists flock in their coaches to see the home of Methodism, to see the town church where their father preached and John Wesley preached on his fathers grave. Heady stuff.

They took the pews out last year and put chairs out. Out of a catchment of 12,000 people, about 20 turn up for services. Three of that twenty tell me they do to humour their better half. When the church was being renovated last year, they shared services with the Methodists. Still nowhere near full between them. This being No.1 in Methodist church terms... The only time I see mass faith is a minute before the whistle in a cup match.

Yeah, so rational people are in the minority.. About as credible as everything else you write Keith, you silly fool. Do you honestly think religion is relevant to normal people? Enjoy it, but don't assume we are missing something. We don't even notice how quiet the towns are when you thank him for your failures, because the pub next door to our village church gets far more in on a Sunday.

Endorphins? I'll release them when I get a drive in Mrs Musket's Merc SLK AMG, thank you very much. I doubt a drafty church with a smelly old tramp at the back and sanctimonious clappy happy prigs at the front will give me a stiffy if it's all the same to you.