A Friday in Dunstable

I will say this much for Dunstable. They have no shortage of independent churches of a Baptist theology. Although, since none of them are in contact with mine, they are clearly all heretical and/or simply misguided.

As far as I can understand the people of Dunstable spend all their time eating Bedfordshire Clangers and Dunstable Donuts, and insisting that they don't live in Luton. I set up my soapbox and portable amplification system in the strangely-named "Quadrant" and informed them all that they are damned.

In other towns that normally draws a hail of rotten apples, tomatoes, eggs or, in Melton Mowbray, pork pies. Yet strangely in Dunstable people just shrugged and told me the car factories have gone, the truck industry has gone, AC Delco is just a building site now and the paper company burnt down years ago, so they weren't expecting much anyway.

I don't often say this, but I clearly need a mission plan here. I will have to raise up their expectations first before I can tell them how far they've fallen.

Image -Dunstable: The Quadrant Shopping Centre (Nigel Cox) / CC BY-SA 2.0