I would contend that Colin Curtis is the Pope, not Ratzinger, and as such his infallibility is beyond all doubt. All other 'big name' DJs, including Searling, are mere cardinals, princes of the Church, worthy of the crumbs that have fallen from the Supreme Pontiff's table. Some scholars have contended that these crumbs have transubstantiated miraculously into vinyl and styrene (invented by Simon of Styrene) discs, the tangible proof required by the Lateran Council for Doctrine and Faith for his eventual beatification and canonisation as a saint of the our Holy Mother Church. During the great cism of the 1970s, a false Pope and his coterie of tridentine catacomb dwelling followers established a licentious, depraved court in a north-western English town famous for its pier and mint humbugs, provoking much wailing and gnashing of teeth among the faithfull. This false Pope today, like the great heretic who established a false papacy in Avignon in the 13th century, is known today for abominable acts of spiritual debauchery, still beguiling those would wear traditional vestments and commune openly with Satan. It surprises me, as a mere parishioner, that such comparisons, abjectly heinous comparisons, with Great Pontiff are made. Let's be sincere, the Great Pontiff has, in the words of Bob Dylan, done it all, and done more than anyone can pretend to do. We should be asking ourselves not what He can do for us, but what we can do for Him. God bless Colin Curtis and his long grey locks.