I sat cross legged looking up at Jesus; his arms were held out palms up to one side. He did not look well, his skin was shiny and his beard was matted and unkempt; he was also unsteady on his feet, beside which sat loafs of bread and a few fish. Suddenly the light was sucked from the air and darkness descended: nothing, I couldn't even see Jesus anymore. Suddenly light returned: the door opened half way and Prideesh flicked on the light switch: “What are you sitting on the floor for?”, I looked down at the box in my hand, back up at Jesus who had now reappeared and then at the good lady; “Jesus doesn't work!”

“Give me that!”, she held out her hand and I reached forward and gave it to her, her lips moved as she silently read the words on the box, she then stepped into the room herself and closing the door flicked off the light switch; dark descended once more, we waited: no sign of Jesus.

“Your right”, she said, handing the box back to me; “Jesus doesn't work. Do you want a cup of tea?” I nodded in the affirmative and she left me in the room. The box had promised: 'The Ultimate Jesus Action Figure”; in big luminous letters at a diagonal to the main title were the words: “With glow in the dark hands!” I felt very disappointed, but I guess, should not have been surprised.