Anyone would think that Lady Gaga was in town but no the hysteria was reserved for one Lord Popo, ex-Hitler youth and now head of the Catholic Church. In his whistle stop tour of our little island he was playing a few gigs in a couple of churches, meeting fans and generally being rather nasty about lady priests, atheists and condoms. It’s not the fact that it’s been 28 years since a pope visited us, why would they? If you lived in the Vatican how tempted would you be to visit ‘Our lady of the shits’ village hall in Birmingham? No it’s more the fact that everyone went mental and I’m talking more mental than usual for an organisation who likes little boys and dressing in frocks. The crowds, most with their own un-official merchandise, were lining the streets going wild to catch a glimpse. Donned in the finest homemade t-shirts complete with slogans like ‘You can pope me anytime!’ and ‘Die Dawkins Die’ they kneeled, wailed and cried like it was the end of the world and not like a guy who looks like a weird uncle had gotten drunk at Christmas, put on one of your mums dresses and decided to slag of the family. Frankly it was all a bit surreal. But what made it worse was the censorship, while he was happily endorsing over population and the spread of aids, right minded people trying to comment on websites and blogs were finding it increasing hard to give a balanced view of events. So for a few days all the bad stuff committed by the evil empire was kind of brushed under the carpet for fear of upsetting the emperor and reason and freedom of speech seemed to be just a distant memory. So while the sales of make-your-own-pope mobiles was neck and neck with the handheld papal voice recorders normal people could only sit back and wonder what all the fuss was about? A bit like Justin Bieber.