Fathomless Riches Quotes

“minister from Islington should look like, from dangly earrings to a beatific”
― Richard Coles, Fathomless Riches: Or How I Went From Pop to Pulpit

“I flew north to Chiang Mai, near the Burmese border, and went for a walk round town and within thirty seconds a young man appeared in front of me. ‘You wanna fuck my sister?’ he asked. I said no. ‘You wanna fuck me?’ I said no, but”
― Richard Coles, Fathomless Riches: Or How I Went From Pop to Pulpit

“Annie, one of our fiddle players, turned up one day to get on the tour bus, with characteristic scattiness, had been unable to get a babysitter, so we ended up with her six-year-old son, Pete, on tour, which actually turned out to be great fun. Pete, by the way, grew up to become Pete Bennett, the man with Tourette syndrome who won Big Brother.”
― Richard Coles, Fathomless Riches: Or How I Went From Pop to Pulpit

“Back in London, Toby and I were asked if we wanted to move into a flat in King’s Cross that had been found by a friend of an exemplary gay radical who had re-spelled his Christian name because it was a ‘Christian’ name and also because he wished to divest it of the male power such gendered things endow. We accepted Greyum’s offer, and”
― Richard Coles, Fathomless Riches: Or How I Went From Pop to Pulpit

“like many gay men after a family Christmas, I decided to seek the comfort of strangers, only where could I find a comforting stranger on a freezing cold Christmas night in the middle of Northamptonshire? I pulled into a lay-by, hidden by woodland, expecting it, on this most holy night, to be deserted, but it wasn’t. A car was parked in the darkness, the engine turning over but with no lights on. I parked in front of it, a few yards ahead, and noticed in my rear-view mirror something stir within. The headlights flashed. A signal. I switched on my interior light and switched it off again. After a moment the car’s headlights came on and stayed on. A figure got out and came and stood in front, illuminated by the headlamps. It was a man, doing a dance, and he was completely naked apart from a bow of tinsel, which he had tied round his balls. Merry Christmas, I thought: Happy Feast of the Nativity.”
― Richard Coles, Fathomless Riches: Or How I Went From Pop to Pulpit