Monday, 24 October 2016
I'm pleased to announce it's "Stacking the Dishwasher Efficiently." Not in any of Paul's lists, but then let's fact it, they didn't have dishwashers.
Sunday, 23 October 2016
Drayton Parslow, of course, was deeply disapproving when he heard about this. Although he's been busy. He wanted to go and picket the Life Drawing class at the Reading Room. Says this is the sort of thing Husborne Crawley has been reduced to. But then he changed his mind at the last minute, in case he met any nude people. Odd, I didn't imagine they'd turn up nude. And I thought it was just meant to be the models, not the artists as well. Drayton says we're becoming more like the Cities of the Plain every day. I presume he means Sodom and Gomorrah, not Luton and Stansted.
Our Father everlasting
The all creating One God Almighty
Through Your Holy Spirit
Conceiving Christ the Son
Jesus our Saviour
Is it possible that, through the determined effort to avoid mentioning the source of Jesus's human nature (his mum) this song has descended into grammatical nonsense and a particularly weird kind of heresy? Answers on a CD please. (Hint - I think the word required here was "begetting").
That's why we opted for non-status-based liturgy today. We put the words up with the green text for the leader and the red text for the congregation.
I would like to apologise to all the people who have colour blindness. And all the people who identify as colour blind. It must have been very confusing for you all.
Saturday, 22 October 2016
Friday, 21 October 2016
What a lovely children's service we had today. Would especially like to say the portrayal of the story of Noah was charming.
Poor little Alfie the Unicorn- forgot what day the Flood was, and left behind at the end as the Ark sailed off. Not a dry eye I'm not sure if the Genesis account does include Alfie's bodily assumption into heaven. But if it doesn't, it ought to. I'm sure the Pope could sort something out.
And of course it was important that, just as the waves lapped at Alfie's feet, God intervened like that. Because it reinforced the message that there is always a happy ending, because we're worth it.
And Alfie was a real winner with the kids. A three-foot tall, plush unicorn with a winning look. Makes you wonder how Noah could ever forget such a sweety.
Wednesday, 19 October 2016
Hnaef: I mean, really, do we have to?
Archdruid: Shut up, Cambridge Boy. We celebrated your lot didn't we?
Hnaef: Yes. Well, you remembered Cranmer...
Archdruid: There you are then.
Hnaef: You lit a bonfire...
Archdruid: Of course. That's what we do.
Hnaef: You don't think that was... a bit tactless?
Archdruid: OK- it's St Frideswide's Day. Bit of respect?
Hnaef: So what did she do?
Archdruid: Search me. Something out Godstow way, weren't it?
Hnaef: You don't know what she did?
Archdruid: Not a Scooby. This is Oxford. We are the right-brained, cuddly university. Honey-coloured stone, dreaming spires, punting through the Parks on a hazy June evening, running the country.... we don't do logic and nerdism.
Hnaef: WHAT DID FRIDESWIDE DO? SHE'S YOUR PATRON SAINT.
Archdruid: Don't know. Don't care. Have a tea light? And stop being so Cambridge...
Tuesday, 18 October 2016
This is nothing like the man I know. After all, in those days he was just acting like an easily-led, boastful teenager. Whereas he is now 10 years older. Which must make him at least - what - 23?
The fact that all those women came forward, saying he did exactly the sort of things he said he did is a complete coincidence.
That he could be led to say stupid things by somebody so clever and devious as the least-bright member of the Bush family proves that he is easily led, and keen to impress more powerful personalities than himself. So none of this is his fault.
I'm sure there is no chance of him coming up against strong, devious personalities if he is President of the United States. So of course he should have the job.