I attended Sunday School as a child but my parents didn't mind when I decided to knock it on the head. They aren't particularly religious either. If anything I'm agnostic. I don't believe in god but if I have to attend church I do find myself bowing my head and clasping my hands in prayer but that's only when it's births, marriages and deaths. I used to be highly tolerant of other peoples religious beliefs and to a certain extent I still am. But when I shared a flat with a rabid protestant who made Ian Paisley look like a fluffy hamster, my tolerance took a sudden nose-dive. At the time the guy was in his early twenties and was ordained as an elder. That was his choice and good for him but he had a nasty tendency to forcefeed his piousness on people. In all honesty I don't mind nor care what a person's religion is. That's their belief and their faith, but please don't ram it down my throat. My boss is a born again Christian and we have crossed swords on many an occasion. I thought I might've been forgiven when I didn't get quotes for wireline equipment in on time but that just ain't happened. And I just despise Evangelists!