Graeme works as a statistician, and won the Orwell Prize for Political Blogging in 2011. He writes a column in Saturday's Daily Telegraph. Follow him on Twitter.
It was cold. Nothing new there; not in this damn-awful, endless winter. New to me, however, was to experience that cold while standing in a damp field, watching a nearly naked man offer a prayer for our salvation.
The man was playing Christ, of course. We were watching a Passion play, performed by a group called Soul by the Sea in the open air, in the centre of town, just in front of St Peter's church; today is Good Friday.
Good Friday, Brighton! - repeated in my head, makes me expect Robin Williams, but this actor is called Matthew Howell, and he's good; so good that twice, on the brink of begging Keith to give up and leave (it's so cold, can't feel my feet, we could be watching Barrabas and getting the same sort of experience, but at home, in the warm): twice on the point of doing so, this gospel according to Matthew Howell and cast has brought me up short.