We should all give thanks for the fine work being done by B.O.E.F.I.V.G.T., the British Organisation for the Eradication of Fundamentalist Islamic Video Game Training.
I am particularly moved by their stirring stories from parents who have to turn to them for help:
"I'm a farmer by trade, so I got no idea about these computer things. I prefer the real world of soil and muck. Still, my son Barnaby has always been into them, and I said to him, whatever can make you money in life, young lad.
I had no idea what he was doing, though. All I knew was that he was constantly on his Playcube or whatever he calls it whenever I came back in from milking the cows.
He was getting really into this stuff, and I thought he might be doing it too much, and it would make him go blind like my mother told me about other recreational activities. I approached the lad and asked him if he'd like to come out and slaughter the pigs with me. He spat in my face and started yelling furiously in Arabic. I was stunned and sent him to his room for a good lockup. Then I went down the pub and wondered what was the matter. Doris behind the bar said she'd heard of this kind of thing from her mate Agatha and gave me this number of these BOEFIVGT people...