The raving of the 50,000

Jesus came back and started putting on warehouse parties and raves around the M25.

He soon graduated to bigger events in fields and on old aerodromes in the South West. He never said he was Jesus, but everyone knew he was because he could fly.

After a while, the authorities started getting all up in the arse about it and used the Criminal Justice Act and a bunch of riot police to shut the Jesus raves down.

The police gave all the kids who were there a good shoeing and told them in no uncertain terms to “Stop fucking raving and go home.” 

Eventually, a couple of cops caught Jesus in a big net as he tried to fly away with the ticket money. They nailed him to a tree to make an example of him.

Nothing changes, eh?