I have fond memories of Diwali as an inquisitive Welsh boy in a Hindu comminuty, in 80's Guyana: Euphoric music, lantern stars at night, beautiful people in colourful clothes, delicious food; festooned in powders. Alive.

In contrast: a breaf stay of fear and beatings at a Georgetown catholic school, before my Mother's intervention, then lifted back to Wales to endure dreary sermons delivered by monotone men in white frocks; shivering in damp mohogony echo chambers.Thus was my road to atheism.