This week in Mash History: Constantine decides religion is over-complicated and needs a reboot, 312

TODAY the whole world is happy and settled in its Christianity, except for Muslims and a few stubborn others. But did you know this was not always the case?

We owe our world today to one man: Emperor Constantine the Great, who ruled the Roman Empire from 306 AD to 324 AD and converted to Christianity. But recent evidence suggests he did it not because of faith, but because religion needed a reboot.

Recently discovered scrolls, thought to be a diary, explain: “At sunset last as I surveyed the temples and holy places of Rome, seat of our civilisation and learning, the apotheosis of all good, one clear thought to me: what a f**king mess.

“We have Greek gods reskinned with all their backstories of incestuous couplings and unjust rages, we have Romulus and Remus and their wolf-mother, we have all manner of minor deities even unto Gods of the household. Quite frankly this franchise is cluttered.

“You cannot spit in the street without hitting some bloody shrine or other. Every other knobhead is a priest, and now we’re adding dead emperors to the overstuffed pantheon. This is as the Marvel Cinematic Universe will end up, the soothsayers foretell.

“Then it came to me: Christianity. Persecuted for centuries but they only have one God and one prophet so we can sweep Jupiter and Typhon and the rest off the board and begin again with a convenient jumping-on point for new worshippers.

“Plus it will mean kids have to buy a whole new set of action figures etcetera and really revitalise the whole religious market. Yes, this is a market-facing move that will pay dividends. Smite me, O gods, if it isn’t. See? Nothing.”

And so Christianity became the dominant religion of the Western world and the engine of many popular books, plays and films thereafter, all thanks to one man discarding continuity and outraging the fans.

Next week: to 1849, when Britain discovers the Koh-i-Noor diamond, which rightfully belongs to the Queen, in Delhi of all places.

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Six former indie darlings desperate enough to do a Just Eat advert

IF Craig David has had to resort to singing about food delivery, these lesser musicians with no dignity left to lose would probably jump at the chance to do a takeaway ad.

The Subways

Few things in life are certain, but ‘Be my little Rock ‘n’ Roll Burger King’ being used in an advert for a Whopper is fairly inevitable. Lending their vocal talents to a certain sandwich chain is so obvious it would be regarded as a sellout move, and the last thing The Subways want to do is alienate the handful of fans that still come to watch them support a bigger act.

The Fratellis

The royalties from people Spotifying Chelsea Dagger must be so small that The Fratellis wouldn’t consider themselves above shilling for Just Eat. Repurposing their one song that people know to peddle sushi would be easy enough, plus the advert could lean into people’s nostalgia for the band by putting 50s-themed burlesque dancers on screen. Even when it comes to 10-minute delivery times, sex sells.

Muse

It’s never clear whether the Taunton trio like technology or hate it. Either Matt Bellamy is fannying about with guitar touchpad bollocks or he’s decrying unsustainable energy usage on an album inspired by wasteful techno imp Skrillex. If they ever collaborate with an app that fattens up the proles, expect them to remain true to their confusing form by singing We Are F**king F**ked.

The Hoosiers

When it comes to working with Just Eat, The Hoosiers are the perfect choice. This is because their repertoire contains one option people will happily choose again and again, and a host of shit that is constantly ignored. Although seeing as most people haven’t thought of The Hoosiers since 2008, younger generations will be confused by these obscure relics flogging noodle boxes.

Kaiser Chiefs

As a band who have written songs about eating crisps for dinner, junk food promotion is the next logical step for the Kaiser Chiefs. Now that his stint as a judge on The Voice is over, Ricky Wilson is sure to happily alter the lyrics of Oh My God to include details about two-for-one deals on pizza deliveries. And even then the tune will be unironically loved by football fans with crap taste.

Feeder

With a name like theirs, promoting a food delivery site will provide viewers with literal seconds of amusement. Also, Buck Rogers is all about the lead singer’s girlfriend shitcanning him for a high-flying ad man, so using it in a Just Eat commercial has a certain irony to it. And nothing shifts takeaway food as effectively as poetic irony. That’s advertising 101.