Musical satirist Tim Minchin
describes his visit to the heart of Texas:
Later in the evening, struggling like DJ Dante through acoustic hell, I get the giggles during my song "Thank You God (For Fixing The Cataracts of Sam's Mum)" – a ditty that pokes fun at the megalomaniacal idea that an omnipotent being might have his attention diverted by the plight of a middle-class woman with minor ocular issues. Here in Texas, where it's perfectly normal to pray before every football match, board meeting and exam, and where the governor will happily organise mass rain-dances while ignoring climate data, it feels like the song has found its spiritual home.