YOU'VE got to hand it to the Catholics.
Until World Youth Day came along I was sure the local priest was only good for getting hammered at your wedding reception or polishing off Mum's Christmas cake.
Who would have thought the daggy Catholic folk many of us grew up with could pull off such a cool event. And cool it has been. Woodstock met the Olympics in Sydney last week, only no bongs and no beers. Just a good few bongo drums played by nuns in funky sunnies and sneakers, and the unreserved faith of hundreds of thousands of cheerful young people. And miraculously, Catholicism actually became cool.
Imagine that. Catholicism cool.
I could have told you that.