7th December 2008 I went down to the Retro Flea market at Trinity Hall today to have a browse, nothing worth buying for the fairs but I did get a sack of old marbles for my son and had a strange & embarrasing experience on my way out; I heard gospel singing coming from upstairs (its a huge old church) so me and my boys went up to listnen only to be spotted and then asked to join them, the minister came out (yikes) and asked us to come to their new church next sunday and I am so polite that when he asked for our phone number I gave it to him! (later was asked why I did not give a wrong number...) Now I will have to deal with it on the phone, I would love to hear them sing as they were amazing but thats all - now the boys are saying "have you heard mum has joined a Nigerian Gospel church?" Think I will have to say something like "thank you for the invitation but I am a stout (literally) pagan."